i remember as a kid walking with my dad to the store because we didn't have a car.using the neighbors' phone because we didn't have one.foodstamps.reduced price lunch tickets even as i was in highschool. i'm ashamed to admit that as a kid,i helped my dad steal two 5 gal containers of diesel fuel to heat the house with during the winter. my grandparents had very little, but lent my parents money to pay bills that they knew they would never see repayed. those are some of my memories.
my dad put in a good word to help me land a job sacking groceries at 15. i had to use my own earnings to buy my first shitbox, ah, er, car that is. no college unless i got a scholarship, so that was out.
what my dad did,though, was instill a work ethic. i saw that though we had little, we wouldn't have had even that without working and sacrifice.
at 19 was half humiliated to actually work doing various things at the town transfer station.people i knew saw me working at "the dump".my dad got me that job also, but i did it because i got income from it.
i didn't leave the trash field for the next 17 years. i learned and got licensed to operate bucket loaders, learned and got licensed to drive tractor trailers, learned to operate and got licensed for stationary engineering (burning trash in high pressure boilers for steam turbines), got licensed to be an industrial waste water treatment plant operator.
working in common garbage put my foot in the door to have an OPORTUNITY to learn a trade.
this year i made the most ever, $85k. i did this working in a powerhouse for a biopharmacuitical company( the other end of the spectrum from trash).
in the northeast, 85 grand is good pay, but still only in the regular-man range. i pay my bills, but largely live check to check.
i'm getting the debt paid down, working on the house, and i blow cash on guns and ammo for my reward.
my wife had a child before we met but can't have any more.i want to do for him as my dad did for me. i want to help him to learn to be self sufficient and i can help even further by someday actually having things to pass on to him so that his journey is better than mine.
long after i'm gone, i'm hoping he continues that with his kids.
i wonder if he even thinks about having a family. he's only 20, there's plenty of time.
so.....after all that, i guess i'm self made.
i'm glad i wasn't raised with a silver spoon in my mouth.