I’m 50, and, by any reasonable measure, ‘successful’. Not successful as in rich, but successful in that I have more than enough to meet my needs, a happy family life and plenty of exciting things to get up in the morning for. Statistically, I’d say that puts me well into a small global ‘elite’ of happy, fulfilled people.
Yet, almost every molecule of my personal success came from me – and me alone. Continue reading How School Failed At Me2 Comments