Discussion about this post

User's avatar
A. Jay Adler's avatar

I've had many examples in my life of both surprisingly fragile and antifragile relationships. The first kind, if you have been very close, can be extremely painful, the latter kind deeply rewarding. I and my own oldest and best friend, since I was fifteen years old, had a disagreement about 8 years into the friendship, which seemed then quite a lengthy period. There have been 49 more years since. We didn't speak for a year. It was a little easier because we both had new girlfriends. But after that year, his girlfriend said, "Why don't you call him?" He did, and the friendship was repaired. About 40 years later, he and I were out to dinner together and probably for the first time in all those years, our falling out came up. I didn't even recall the cause. My friend, who has a far better memory than my good one, did, and told me. It was clear to me that I had been wrong. "That was a stupid reason," I said. He nodded but said nothing. He didn't crow at my acknowledgment. He knew I was wrong then, but he made the overture anyway. He'd known I was wrong all those years but never brought it up again.

P.S. Also about 40 years later, I wrote a letter to his coop board supporting his and his wife's application. The board president told him it was the most glowing letter they had ever received on behalf of any buyer. So I tried to pay him back. :) And there was a lot in between.

Expand full comment
April's avatar

Another excellent article! You’re one of the only wealthy people I know who actually acknowledges the impact wealth has on your life. My relationship with my mother is anti fragile in large part because when I was growing up we were poor even though she worked three jobs. She never tried to hide the truth of our situation from me. I couldn’t have the things that other kids had. Some kids were not allowed to come to our apartment to play because we lived in a poor black neighborhood. I wore a lot of second hand clothes and was grateful for them. In adulthood I’ve both made good money and lost most everything. I know now that I’ll be fine. Unlike my rich or upper middle class friends I am scrappy and bounce. I developed the trade of teaching and can go back to substitute teaching anywhere anytime. There are no kids I am afraid of, no classroom I fear to walk in to no matter how urban or violent. I’m grateful for the ability to buy simple Christmas presents for my family and to make a small dinner for my mom and a friend. I hope that no matter how much money I ever make again I always buy what I can at the dollar store and save and give of time and money. My mom taught me to be tough and also forgiving of myself and others. As she ages, making sure she can be safe and comfortable is my top priority. I feel sorry for kids who grew up wealthy and never had to work for anything or have contact with the less fortunate. The real world will hit them hard.

Expand full comment
59 more comments...

No posts