Beulah, an older woman born in the South, cleans other people’s houses. She has little money, no car, and few possessions. Beulah is radiant. With sparkling eyes, she confides in me. “I’m rich. Can you believe it? I have seven pairs of shoes, one for each day of the week!” Beulah, who now lives in the South Bronx, surrounded by vacant lots and burned-out buildings, feels wealthy.
Her affluence doesn’t come from a big house. It comes from an inner sense of contentment that’s not dependent on the ups and downs of the stock market. It arises from a stable, positive view of herself. She... Read More