Growing up quiet poor, I think money has been a big motivator in my life. As a child, I really felt embarrassed about being poor, so as an adult, I decided I would work and work hard to ensure I would never be poor again. There began my obsession with money.
I never had a job as a kid; I grew up in the country and never had an opportunity for a paying job. It was when I got out on my own and moved to the big city that things changed. I got a job and worked every hour I could. I worked days, evenings and nights ... as many holidays as I could … often being told I worked far too hard. In 30 years, I’ve never been unemployed.
You know, there are times I’m proud of that and other times I wonder if I’ve worked too hard and missed out.
Did life pass me by while I was busy chasing that almighty dollar?
Did life pass me by while I was busy chasing that almighty dollar?
