Originally Posted by Hotel Kilo

I grew up in a trailer park, in a single wide trailer with my mom and 3 brothers. My father was a drunk and beat my mother and us. She walked out on him taking us with her. She worked 4 jobs at one point to keep us fed and clothed and a trailer roof over our heads. She finally met a great guy and they wound up getting married.

We did not grow up rich at all. My step father worked 2 jobs most of the time and almost right up until he had a heart attack and was forced to stop working. But by then me and my brothers had already left the nest. We all worked hard. I worked hard in school, studied and did well for myself. I worked as a teen to help out as did all of my brothers. Myself, I went to college with a scholarship. One of my brothers was accepted and attended the US Air Force Academy. My other brother went into the trades, learned HVAC and now runs his own HVAC company. He's a multi-millionaire.

Despite us growing up poor, we somehow managed to make it. That's the American dream brother. We didn't ask for handouts, we didn't blame "the rich", we just set goals and worked hard to achieve them.