CorneringArtist | 10-16-2009 03:01 PM | Quote:
Originally Posted by 89blkcivic
(Post 6637058)
May be a little off topic, but the best thing my parents ever gave me was to show me how to live with honesty and integrity. They were far from rich, but gave me stuff money could never buy. In my third year of university, my mom bought me a second hand '77 Civic from her savings. I really, really needed a car and she knew it would help me out. Going from my variuos jobs to get to school in decent time and whatnot was pretty important. I was so happy to get the Civic. I cherished it and looked after it like it was my child. My parents also helped with tuition, as I was going to be the first in my family's history to get a university diploma. I was not going to let them down.
I don't hate people who have it made. I envy them. No two ways about it. More power to them, I always say. The nice thing about being poor is, you learn the value of money and appreciate everything you have out of necessity. If I ever lost everything I have now, it's going to be a lot easier for me to deal with than if I were rich to begin with - wouldn't know how to deal with not having what you're used to.
If I were rich, I'd give my kids whatever it took to make them successful. So when I hear about "Powered by Parents", it doesn't bother me one bit, as I understand that it's a parents job to help their children out in any way possible. Spoiling them, of course, is not cool, but.........
Having said all that, my kids aren't spoiled, even though they think they are (kind of weird). I think my wife has done a good job raising them. Nothing in our family goes to waste. We live comfortably, but from day one they definitely appreciated everything and anything they got. Perhaps it's the stories we've told them about the struggles we had when we were kids. Who knows? I guess that makes me the happiest parent in the world. My children are very honest and have high moral standards. A heck of a lot more than me, that's for sure. I'm proud of them. Just thought I'd brag a bit about it here. LOL.
If a person with a high priced vehicle looked down on me for driving a POS car, I'd feel sorry for them. They obviously haven't got their head screwed on right. In the end, we all die. Whether it be from cancer, disease, or plain bad luck. Rich or not, it's how we lived our lives that will matter. I'd much rather die respected by friends as well as by total strangers for the positive things I've done than die a filthy rich bastard.
My biggest fear....... winning the lottery. I hope it doesn't corrupt me. I've never been rich, but I imagine it must be tough. Not knowing who’s a friend, who to trust, etc.
Anyway........... tonight is a very boring night for me. I'm rambling on and on and on. LOL.
'89blkcivic out | I'm already in the same circumstance right now. My mother (single parent) helped me by paying for driving school to get my N, and for insurance for the car she bought me, a 1987 Toyota Cressida alongside all the life lessons she taught me and my brother about hard work and persistence. Since buying the car, I've loved the car to death (I want to put new wheels on it and drop it, but not right away), similar to 89blkcivic, and haven't bragged about it. In reality, people who have sat in my car in my automotive class actually like my car for the amount of baller luxury crap it has for such an old car.
Because my mother raised me similar to how she was raised (hard work will pay off, keep in line, all that standard Filipino mom talk), the condition for her gift that I will have to pay for most of the car, insurance, gas, etc, but I'm extremely grateful that her and my brother would actually support me buying the car despite our financial circumstances. In turn, because she can't drive, and my brother will be living on campus for university, I was given the privilege to be the only person in my family to be the driver, basically increasing our mobility away from transit and making it easier to get groceries and do other errands that would be harder using transit. She also knows that because I've committed to going to BCIT to become an automotive service technician, she knows that I would need my license and a car in order to go there.
(holy crap that was a deep post)
In short I agree with some of what people are saying. Powered by Parents isn't necessarily a bad thing, it just depends on how the children treat it. |