I started working at the age of fourteen. It's not that I planned it that way, because working was the furthest thing from my mind. Like any child, I simply wanted to play with my friends and watch TV. However, my father insisted that I get a job so I would not become a family embarrassment. I delivered newspapers, delivered hay to the rich and snobbish and even worked at a gas station. I had approximately eight different jobs by the time I was twenty. However, I was always determined. I always worked extremely hard, because I knew no other way. I persevered while living in my car with my...