Hmm...sad but true. The only times I really saw nice things growing up (and now) was because the men in the family were drug dealers.

My grandmother did work her way through college though gaining a Master's degree. Sadly, due to many reasons I'm sure, she has no more savings.

I must say though that though we were poor when I was growing up I always had a roof over my head, clothes on my back, and food in my stomach. Even if I was lacking in love, support, and encouragement.