To the one percenters born into immense wealth, handed down generation after generation, frankly your story is boring and uninspiring. You've never experienced the pain of flying coach, sitting in the last row next to the restroom, trying to not breath every time the door opens. You've never borrowed money to make rent, or lived off beans and rice for months- resulting in symptoms of IBS (but you're not willing to go to the doctor because god knows how much that will cost).
We can collectively cheer when one of our peers makes the American dream a reality, giving us hope by proving it's not an urban legend spoonfed to us by our capitalist overlords. And we want to know everything about how they made their rags to riches achievement.
I'm a child of immigrants who was raised by the state. I grew up in a mix of foster and group home. Once I turned 18 I was given a packet with my important documents and released on my own. I had nothing to my name and no where to go so I joined the Marines. I spent 6 years deployed and saved every penny that I could. I lived in the barracks, ate at the galley and drove an '86 jimmy I bought cash. After getting my dd-214 I took my savings and bought a small shop and printer. For the next two years I literally lived in my shop and ate rice and ketchup. I built my sign shop from the ground up. Now I employ 12 full timers and 4 part timers. My net worth is close to 8 figures. I still work every day though.