My parents

By the time my mother was my age (early fifties) she and my father were living with me. They’d lost everything. We’d come from nothing, decades of just being above poverty and then we had about twenty years (barely,) of middle class life (which they only achieved cause they did back breaking work,) and then they were poor again cause they didn’t course correct and continue to live below their means.

I am who I am through my understanding of their success (how they got to middle class life; hard work and sacrifice,) as well as their failure (the fact that they lost clarity, stopped living beneath their means and plundered their reserves, till they had nothing)

I am not smart, I’m just not stupid. And it may seem otherwise, but I don’t chase money. I never have, cause it is a trap. I do make money and I do work hard and I don’t pass up opportunities. I save. I live below my means.