With time, as you meet more people, success stories develop a pattern.
Good family. Good environment. Great, attentive, smart parenting.
Structure.
I’m not knocking these people.
I see a lot of myself in them. We weren’t rich. But I had good parents. I had that good upbringing. I’m cut from a similar mold.
These types catch a lot more crap than they deserve. They don’t all get million dollar endowments to slide into Yale. They had to work for it. For each guy that made it, many more failed. Many blew it.
They deserve respect.
But you do know what their path looked like to get where they are. You know what the other paths are.
Every now and then you meet someone who came from an off path.
He’ll say, “I’m the first person in my family to graduate high school let alone college.”
To someone who is new to the game. It’s pretty bland at face value, “Well hooray, did you want a trophy?”
Take a few laps around the sun, and you’ll know that is a packed statement.
They grew up without money. No role model. No doting parent, good school, positive peers.
Reward system to incentivize their performance? Forget about it.
They inherited a bad reputation. They were probably seen as the poor, trashy family.
No hookups. No do-overs. No extra strikes. No summer school.
They had nothing but themselves and a dream that only they believed in. A dream they were doubted on from the moment they set out on it.
These people are born with the system rigged against them. The game was set to max difficulty on day one.
They had nothing. Absolutely nothing.
And they made it.
Something burned in them, to push them past endless obstacles, doubters, failures.
Every equation and sensibility predicted they’d land exactly where they started.
And they made it.
All on their own.
An eagle will rise.
From the dirt they came, in the corner office they sit.