Let my struggles refine me.

Beaverton, OR.

Most people label me as a “rich white boy”. That’s the complete opposite. I grew up in poverty. My Mom made less than $10,000 a year when I was a kid. She raised me all by herself. She had zero assistance from the government and now I’m going to be a college graduate in May. I owe my success to her. Instead of sulking over my Dad not supporting me or not being able to do fun things, I learned to appreciate my upbringing. So when anybody says I’m just a rich white boy, I always tell that story and say “talk to me when you’ve come that far”. If I can do it, you can! Don’t let societies labels define you.


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