re: Anyone have a good success story or know someone personally who does?

founder of Tito's vodka went to UTexas had very little money. Would buy a beater car for 400-500 dollars never register it would drive it until it broke down and leave it and buy another one.
went on to much success and wealth.

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I mostly know failures

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So do they.

First cousin, once removed, went from growing up in a large, poor household in rural Alabama to an O10 in the Navy, and is now on the BoD for a defense contractor. Still one of the nicest guys you could hope to meet.

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Another friend’s family was actually upper class in Cuba but Castro took everything.

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Buddy of mine's parents came over as kids after the revolution. Believe his grandfather was an Olympian tennis player and ornithologist. Dead broke when they got to FL, but both of his folks are neurosurgeons. Believe he is doing PhD work in ecology somewhere in Michigan.

R.A. Dickey does not have an ulnar collateral ligament - the one that's repaired in "Tommy John" surgery.

A scout noticed how his arm was hanging in a U.S. National Team photo, resulting in this strange condition being diagnosed. This happened right after the Rangers had offered Dickey an $825,000 signing bonus, and right before they'd actually paid it. He settled for $75,000 instead.

16 years later, Dickey became the first knuckleballer to ever win a Cy Young Award... still without a UCL. And he made $20,000,000 in his last two MLB years alone.

My brother and I are both highly successful and are from very humble beginnings. However, he did 7 years in prison for manufacturing and distribution but took that time to learn a trade. He’s been out 10 years. It those 10 years he’s gone from a halfway house to a multimillionaire. All from a trade he learned in prison....and a healthy dose of drive and ambition.

I am that success story.

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.

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I mostly know failures

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We must know each other IRL.

Grew up poor raised by a single mother. Never knew eating cream of wheat for dinner wasn't a normal thing until I was in high school.

Got a job at 15 and had to buy everything except for food, although I chipped in on that as well. Paid for college by working a semester full time, then going to school for a semester and still working 30 hours a week. Continued and got my Master's Degree. Went to Army OCS and served 8.5 years as a Signal officer. Now a civilian in cybersecurity making a nice chunk of change. Will easily be a multimillionaire when I retire.

Still waiting on my white privilege check.