******* idiots. MOST Poor people work HARDER THAN YOU DO. They work harder than I do. It takes more than hard work. Mother-******* arrogant assholes.
Yeah, I'm sure that lovely attitude has paid off well for you.
I'm good. I was born lucky.
Yeah, well, I'm good and I WASN'T born lucky. For the record, I also wasn't born good. I became good because I worked at it. When I was in high school, my father had a major stroke. By my senior year, he was clearly dying and my family was moving to Tucson with no income and no more belongings than we could pack into our cars. My mother had always worked, but never at anything skilled or high-paying, because she never needed to. Her job had always been more about "mad money", discretionary income that could be used for extras and luxuries. Now she had a dying husband and a teenager to support.
First thing she did was put her foot down and insist that, whatever happened, I was graduating high school. Second thing she did was apply to every single job she could find that she was even vaguely qualified for, no matter how much she thought it sucked. Third thing she did was accept an offer and work at a job she loathed, because it paid the best and had the most stability at the time. Fourth thing she did was get a second job, cleaning houses for retirees and shut-ins on her days off.
We lived in an apartment that literally had nothing to recommend it other than walls and a stable address. It had a roof, but the freaking thing leaked like a sieve. The cockroaches were big enough to throw a saddle on and ride, and we had to bug bomb the place once a month, because they kept coming back. At first, we couldn't afford the deposits to turn on both the electricity and the gas, so we did without the furnace and water heater (both gas) and took cold showers and slept in one room around an electric space heater. We learned the joys of the Tucson metropolitan transit system, since our cars broke down and died within a year of moving, and we couldn't afford to fix them. The nearest supermarket was a mile-and-a-half walk, and grocery shopping was a misery, because Mom was too honest to heist a shopping basket and we had to carry all the bags by hand.
The week after I graduated high school, I got a job cleaning kennels at a veterinary hospital. It wasn't long after that that my mother was able to quit her hated full-time job and make a steady living just off of her housecleaning business, because she was trustworthy and cleaned like a demon. None of this "swipe down the middle of the room with a vacuum and we're good" crap. She scrubbed toilets until you could drink your tea out of them, and the insides of the ovens gleamed (the secret is to thoroughly coat the racks with oven cleaner, tie them up in garbage bags, and let them sit until you finish the rest of the kitchen. Then you just wash them in soapy water, and they look like new.)
I went to clerical school, and when I graduated, no one would hire me, because I was 20 years old and looked about 16, and had very little practical work experience. I signed on with a temporary agency and spent a few years busing all over the city to temp assignments. Pay was crap, and there was obviously no job security at all, but I learned. And I made connections. Eventually, a temp assignment to one of the departments at the University of Arizona became a permanent position as a secretary, and I eventually had a very nice career as an administrative assistant. I also met my husband at the U of A, as he was just finishing up his degree. Amazing how much difference marrying the father of my children and staying together for twenty years made.
Dad's dead now, and Mom's retired to a nice little acre of land out in the county. And me? Well, I recently decided I wasn't happy with my current job, and started putting out resumes. My biggest problem is finding enough time on my days off - because I'm not stupid enough to quit a job just because I hate it without first finding another one - to fit all the interview appointments in.
Neither of us became the next Bill Gates, because neither of us was trying to. But don't ever tell me that poor people can't work and educate themselves out of poverty.