I used to work in a country club while I was homeless and living out of my beat-up car. It was pretty difficult to go to work and see all these other young people my age living the good life, pulling up in brand new Corvettes and BMWs that their parents gave them, spending as much money as I made for an entire two weeks on breakfast, and then heading out to play golf all day, while I was working harder than any of them to have none of the luxuries. The only thing they did better than me was be born to rich parents, yet they were set for life, and I was homeless while serving them gourmet food. Thankfully I managed to eventually fight my way up the ladder, but motherfucker is it hard!
I grew up not seeing my mom or dad at 8pm. We were never hungry, but food wasnt always available and they’d open up a can of spaghetti or make soy sauce/rice and we’d share that as a family meal of 4. I was the first one to go to college, and mostly lived in the college library and slept in a closet or friend’s couch. I busted my ass to become a software engineer and happy that I made it.
But honestly, my life wasn’t so bad, compared to the many other immigrants, broken homes, and other struggles people have.
I used to work in a country club while I was homeless and living out of my beat-up car. It was pretty difficult to go to work and see all these other young people my age living the good life, pulling up in brand new Corvettes and BMWs that their parents gave them, spending as much money as I made for an entire two weeks on breakfast, and then heading out to play golf all day, while I was working harder than any of them to have none of the luxuries. The only thing they did better than me was be born to rich parents, yet they were set for life, and I was homeless while serving them gourmet food. Thankfully I managed to eventually fight my way up the ladder, but motherfucker is it hard!
I grew up not seeing my mom or dad at 8pm. We were never hungry, but food wasnt always available and they’d open up a can of spaghetti or make soy sauce/rice and we’d share that as a family meal of 4. I was the first one to go to college, and mostly lived in the college library and slept in a closet or friend’s couch. I busted my ass to become a software engineer and happy that I made it.
But honestly, my life wasn’t so bad, compared to the many other immigrants, broken homes, and other struggles people have.
I realized when I joined the Army and finally had enough food that I had basically been starving my entire life.