Sometimes I'm glad I'm 'poor'.
It's like the Curse of the Mummy Money..
No explaining it really , it just happened.
Lord knows what kind of goofball relatives would come out of the woods if I won the lottery. Some of the ones I am aware of are bad enough.
I read an article in the Charleston, WV newspaper about this girl. She had her own apartment, drove a Hummer and a Cadillac Escalade. Her father is deceased and the mother remarried. Her grandfather made the news often for brawling and drinking. And this immature girl was most likely treated like an adult. No one to look after her and now shes gone on. What a sad commentary on a short life. All the money she wanted and we see what it did. Living the working class life style looks pretty good compared to this. And, there is the grandmother whom I feel very sorry for. She made a statement a few days ago that she wished she had torn that multi million ticket up.
Well????
Well????
It has little to do with being "poor" and everything to do with values.
Look at the change in his family's lifestyle:
"Whittaker remarked in an interview last year that people had started to befriend his granddaughter for her money rather than her personality. Since his lottery win, she had moved into her own apartment and drove several vehicles, including a Hummer and a Cadillac Escalade."
In 1979, my wife and I were both "poor". Now, according to the Democrats, we are "rich".
However, we still have that old 1979 Toyota Tercel, our newest car is 8 years old and there is no way on Earth my kids will ever be given an expensive new car to drive around in.