What’s it like to free-fall from a place of relative prosperity to a state of perpetual anxiety, creditor harassment, limited employment, and abject humiliation? This, my friends, is the context and platform of Downward Nobility. While the shrapnel of my jagged existence threatens to slice my lifeline, I keep soldiering on, equally pessimistic and freakishly hopeful. Please share in my experiences. Commiserate, learn, laugh and think twice about looking down your nose at someone else, as I used to. Then again, I used to do a lot of things.
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