My grandparents left Poland in the 30's and came to America with nothing; like most, they picked up work on a farm, saved up and eventually had two children whom they could comfortably raise and lived in inner-Cleveland. My father had a similar upbringing although, unfortunately, in Detroit (you want to talk about privilege...poor guy). In turn, they began to work at a young age and worked multiple jobs to put themselves in positions to pursue much higher career aspirations than their parents could have, i.e. nursing school for my mom and dentristry for my dad. I, in turn, grew up with a doctor for a father and a hospice manager for a mother. On the outside, I think it'd be easy for most to tell me that I need to 'check my privilege' as I was born on 3rd. On the inside, I'd see a history of family who came from nothing, not speaking the native language or have any certifiable skill but quickly and efficiently worked their way up. As a kid I saw that hard work, dedication, and sacrifice can take you to any base you want. The lack of those can also put you on the bench (okay, I'm done with metaphors for now).
My parents did not spoil me; I started with Kool Aid stands on the street, then raking leaves when I was 9 for $5 a pop...now that was child labor....working on farms, etc. to where I am now. The only privilege I inherited was living with parents who instilled the morals in me I needed to succeed. Too often the focus of those who do not have are the material things and not the non-quantitative that truly matter, although now I'm sure for just saying that I'll be told to check my.....
Sincerely,
A Proud Blue Eyed, Blonde Haired, Heterosexual, White Male