Thursday, February 2, 2012
- Why I Really Don't Care About The Poor
When my father in law came to this country from a refugee camp in Europe, he did so in accordance with the law. At the time, all he had to his name was $460 dollars, two suitcases, and the clothes on his, his wife's, and his then tween daughter's back.
The year was 1976.
His English was never great, and is still heavily accented. He had only a third grade 'formal' education - enough to read and write Hungarian, and just a little English. But he worked hard, saved his money, bought his bosses business from him, worked even harder, and retired 18 years later in 1994, as a multi-millioniare.
He says there is no excuse for being poor in this country, and I think he's absolutely right. You may not end up a billionaire, but I'm absolutely convinced that no one is really poor in this country unless they choose to be.
Too harsh? Tell it to someone who came from the rich side of the tracks.