Have you ever fallen on hard times, and did it change you?

I’m not going to go through all the details of my life, but I will summarize:
I was raised upper middle, or lower upper class. Never wanted for anything in my whole life. I just figured that’s how it was for everyone.
When I was 19 my dad got me on at Boeing, in their Computer Services department. That is where I met my future ex-husband.
When the time came, we scaled our life style back so I could quit my job to become a full time mother.
I fully expected that privileged life to continue for the rest of my life, mainly because I couldn’t conceive that it could be any other way.
And it did, through the 10 years that my marriage lasted. Then my ex left and the kids and I flat hit rock hard bottom for the next 4 years. I even had a college degree in education by that time, but we hit bottom, hard.

It did change me. It was aweful, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, but it made me a more understanding and forgiving person. It also caused me to donate more than I did, even when we were rich. Not more money necessarily, but more often and in different ways.
It made me a better person than I had been, and I wasn’t a bad person before. Just clueless, and not as quick to help, not as quick to judge.
It wasn’t until I hit bottom that I came to realize how many people in this world look down on you when you’re poor. Complete strangers give you dirty looks when you use food stamps, snub you in disdain when you don’t have the money to give to to something. Apparently, and I didn’t hear this until years later, the kids got some grief over the fact they didn’t wear designer clothes, or top of the fashion clothes.

Do you have a riches to rags to riches story to tell? Or any combination there of?
Are you still living at the economic level in which you were raised?