The story of how I was conditioned to believe that I just don’t work hard enough and that if I do, I can rest when I’m dead.
My father came from a large family. Due to where his parents came from and how hard they worked to make ends meet, he was raised to work hard from the time he was in grade school.
My mother came from an average-sized family. Her father…. Well, let’s just say he wasn’t the man of the year. From the stories I’ve heard, he stuck to the wrong side of the tracks. So my mom was…