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Originally Posted by Cowperson
As someone who worked summers as slave labour hand-picking rocks out of a field for $400 a month, I agree.
I remember walking into our garage where my father, who worked two jobs to support us, was working on his car. I said: "I want to go to college and the tuition is $946 for the year."
"AAAAAGGGH!!!. What the hell do you want to do that for!!!???"
That was exactly the reaction. I'd stabbed him through the fiscal heart. I'll never forget it. It was a hard sell. He was trying to get ahead as well and money didn't grow on trees.
If you're still young enough, there isn't any neighbourhood you can't dig yourself out of if it means enough to you.
The advice the Old Withered, Rich Cow gave is sound. Disqualifying it due to her position in life doesn't make it less so.
Cowperson
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Sounds like times were tough for your old man. This woman and people who think like her would tell him to work harder. And put down the bottle.
Would that have been sound advice for him? I doubt it. Sounds like he was working pretty goddamn hard already. There must have been another reason times were tough.
Would he have appreciated one of the Bronfman kids telling him to get his ass in gear?
As for the obligatory fat joke:
Oh yeah, and I guess it wasn't the dingo who ate that baby.