What is the dream??? Is it the big house with a 3 car garage? Is it being able to buy what ever you want whenever you want??? Or how about being in a position to have people waiting on you hand and foot???

Growing up, we didn’t have a lot. I was raised by a single father with my brother. His parents, otherwise known as to me, Grandma and Grandpa, didn’t have a whole lot either. But what they did have was family. The greatest satisfaction the 3 of them had was knowing their family was all safe and sound, healthy and happy. They always did everything in their power to protect us, whether we knew it or not. Money was an issue, but not the end all of everthing.

No 6-9 figure bank accounts. No Benz or BMW in the drive. No diamonds on the ears or around the neck. It’s amazing that without all of that we were happy. A small house with a back yard to play in. A bike to ride around the block. Kids allowed to be kids and families barbeques.

Daddy never expected me to grow up to be the female Warren Buffet or end up on the Supreme Court (though he would’ve been proud to brag!). He just wanted me to be me, feeling good about where I was and where I am going in the world. Happy.

The way I see it, the dream is being content, a roof over your head and food in the fridge. Smiles on your kids faces and a gleam in their eyes for what is possible for the future. Being surrounded by the ones you love and love you. Money cannot buy that, no matter how much you have.

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