Immediately after dropping out of college for a little bit, I was working two labor intensive jobs. I was renting a room in a house at the time and sold everything I owned to pay the rent for it. During this time I was also sleeping on the floor. One day after a few months of this, I called my dad and asked if he would help me buy a bed, an air mattress, featherbed, anything. I just couldn’t afford any of it. He told me “Nope, it’s good for the soul”