From Dirt Floors to Time Wealth: A Journey of Valuing Life’s True Currency

Growing up in the Dominican Republic, I never imagined that the most valuable lesson I'd learn about life would come from reflecting on my childhood poverty. We were dirt poor—literally. Until I was about five or six, we lived in a house with dirt floors. Yet, despite our material lack, we were rich in something far more precious: time. The Wealth of Time in Poverty Our days in the Dominican Republic had a rhythm that now seems luxurious. School occupied only half a day, leaving ample time for housework, play, and family. We gathered for dinner every night, and Sundays were sacred—a time for church, family visits, and community. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Sure, I didn't have many toys. The ones I did have were cherished,