Anybody here work there way up from the real bottom? (UT Student story)

Nope, I'm a beneficiary of entitlement. Just look at me.

Never mind that my old man got farmed out to his aged grandparents when he was eight and he had to run their pre-electric homestead by himself. He got an orange for Christmas one year and was thrilled because he actually got something for Christmas that year.

Someone raised like that did not spoil their kids. So I didn't start from the bottom but I earned everything I have since High School.

Today's young bucks are lazy fricks.

Being the OT, I was expecting this to be a story about somebody who was a "bottom".

Mine is a little different, because I worked my way up from the bottom that I created for myself.

Grew up in small town Louisiana in a middle class family. Never went hungry, went to a cheap catholic school that my parents struggled to put me through. Good grades, good ACT, earned a full paid scholarship to ULL. The problem was that I hated school and was clinically depressed, self medicating, and gambling online yet no one knew. I ended up losing the scholarship, then tops, then dropping out. My parents found out and took everything from me. Took my car, my money stream, and all support, deservedly so.

I called a family friend who put contract workers in a local industrial manufacturing facility and he gave me a job for minimum wage cleaning machinery and sweeping floors. I was so poor that I had no phone, no cable & no furniture outside of my bed and computer chair. I managed to pay for internet service / electricity & that was it.

I worked pretty hard and eventually the company offered me a job in assembly/test. Within 5 years, I was in sales. Met my wife, got married and started a family.

Today, I make a good bit more than both of my college educated parents combined. I am quite happy with my life. I make enough to have a comfortable life with my wife at home with the kids. I pulled my own arse out of the gutter and wouldn't be half the man I am today if I wouldn't have found the strength to grow up and act like an adult. I'll never forget the day my dad called me a piece of shite. I use that moment as well as my wife and kids as motivation to never let myself go down that dark path of apathy and drugs again.

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Mine is a little different, because I worked my way up from the bottom that I created for myself.

Grew up in small town Louisiana in a middle class family. Never went hungry, went to a cheap catholic school that my parents struggled to put me through. Good grades, good ACT, earned a full paid scholarship to ULL. The problem was that I hated school and was clinically depressed, self medicating, and gambling online yet no one knew. I ended up losing the scholarship, then tops, then dropping out. My parents found out and took everything from me. Took my car, my money stream, and all support, deservedly so.

I called a family friend who put contract workers in a local industrial manufacturing facility and he gave me a job for minimum wage cleaning machinery and sweeping floors. I was so poor that I had no phone, no cable & no furniture outside of my bed and computer chair. I managed to pay for internet service / electricity & that was it.

I worked pretty hard and eventually the company offered me a job in assembly/test. Within 5 years, I was in sales. Met my wife, got married and started a family.

Today, I make a good bit more than both of my college educated parents combined. I am quite happy with my life. I make enough to have a comfortable life with my wife at home with the kids. I pulled my own arse out of the gutter and wouldn't be half the man I am today if I wouldn't have found the strength to grow up and act like an adult. I'll never forget the day my dad called me a piece of shite. I use that moment as well as my wife and kids as motivation to never let myself go down that dark path of apathy and drugs again.

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Now this is a great life story. Congratulations for making the comeback.

entitled white male here. Just staying at the top.

When I was living in the fraternity house at LSU, I had to share a bathroom with the room next door to mine. I suffered through that for four semesters until my cheap arse parents finally paid for my first apartment. Now that Dad got me a job in his firm, I paying for my own shite - until I get that inheritance.

#struggleisreal