I just do the best I can, to provide for my wife and kids.
I know what it's like to struggle. I remember when my mother was on welfare. It was HUMILIATING. Sometimes, my mother would sent me to the corner store to buy something with food stamps.
I don't know about you guys. But when I was growing up, if the other kids saw you buying something with food stamps, they'd crack on you all day long (and twice on Sunday). Having to buy generic products (i.e. the black-and-white or black-and-yellow box of macaroni and cheese that simply said "Macaroni and Cheese") told every body you were straight-up po'.
Yeah, it was just a different attitude.
My parents were always struggling. They got married at 18, right out of high school.....and it wasn't a shotgun wedding either, I didn't come along until they were 22. My mom stayed home and my dad was a factory rat.
I remember one time when he got laid off. He got up the next morning, got dressed like he was getting ready for work, grabbed his lunch box and started walking towards the door. I asked him what he was doing (I was only about 5-6 so I barely understood what being laid off meant...I thought it meant that he had to lay in bed and couldn't go to work). He said he was going to get a job......so he left that morning and didn't come back until he had put in an application, phone call, or whatever with every place of business he could find.
I remember going with him to job sites on the weekends. Obviously, with that many applications, he wasn't applying to only his 'regular' line of work....so when someone would call up and say they needed an extra carpenter the site that Saturday, he'd answer "I'm a carpenter, what time do we start?" I went along with him and learned how to hammer a nail and what your hands felt like after carrying cinder blocks around all day.
Someone called about hiring an extra plumber, he said "I'm a plumber, where do you need me?" I went with him and learned about elbow joints, Tee joints, coupling, compression fitting, etc.
They realized that they weren't poor because someone else wasn't "sharing the wealth," it was their own fault that they were in the situation they were in. They also knew that if they didn't like it, they had the option of changing it....
Eventually my mom went to school. She got her LPN, then RN, and then eventually her Master's....when she was in her 50's.
My Dad kept working hard, slowly moved up to middle management, made some good connections and eventually started his own business.
I was just raised differently than it seems some people were. If you don't like your situation, then change it. Don't give me any garbage about things being unfair...that's life.
People make jokes about Indian doctors. I know my wife's graduating class definitely had an over-representation of that minority. How many of them came from poor families? Just about every one of them were first or second generation Americans. The first generation grew up poor and taught their kids to work hard and make a better life....
Of course....the hospital is still littered with people on disability because of their headaches, bitching that the medicaid they get for free isn't worth a damn......and of course bitching about "all the God damned foreign Doctors."
*I admit that this has now become both a meltdown and arrogant full-of-myself soapbox rant, so there's no need to point that out.