I don't believe that. I grew up poor. My Dad had a talent. He bought houses with no heat or indoor bathrooms. Yes, he eventually built the indoor bathroom. But, they didn't have heat in the last house until I was grown and gone. I decided when I was a kid, and could see my breath in the morning when I got up to go to school, that I was never, never, never going to live that way again. I learned to be an entrepreneur when I was a kid. I've worked every day since I was 11 years old. I started cleaning houses, babysitting, mucking horse stalls, watering the neighbors' plants, and mowing their lawns -- and that was more than 60 years ago. I was the kid in the neighborhood that everyone called on. I made 50
cents per hour. The minute I could get a work permit at 16, I started my first real job. I made $1.35 per hour -- student wages. At 18 they had to bump me to $1.85 per hour. I didn't learn how to do it as an adult. I learned one day and one job at a time as a kid after my grandmother died.
I have run rings around the spoiled rich kids around me.
I can do more in less time with fewer resources. I have gotten my education -- 4 college degrees including a J.D.. And that doesn't count the endless list of professional classes.
I went to law school at night and on the weekends in my early 40s after my boys grew up and left home. I carried 9 grad units, a full load, while I worked 60 and 70-hour weeks. Yes, it was tough. I developed a practice while I was in law school being an expert witness and litigation support specialist in
real estate matters. And I was working full-time as a commercial
real estate appraiser -- before they licensed us. I'm still a Certified General RE appraiser, although I'm retired.
I've been officially retired for 21 years. I'm in my office this morning working like usual. I still hold 3 State licenses and and Federal license for different practices and business endeavors. I'm not very good at this retirement thing. This is my 48th year in the RE business. And we set up a huge commercial machine in the spare room of my office last night to start a new business. Oh, and there are 2 smaller machines to support the new business. And it has nothing to do with
real estate.
No, I don't wanna out-grow my prejudices. I want to use my begins to my advantage. Counting yourself out because you started at the back of the pack is just an excuse. It can be, and should be, an incentive to leapfrog over those trust fund babies. They lack motivation and courage -- they are way too comfortable and stuck in place. They don't know how to claw their way out and find the sweet smell of victory at the top of the leap.