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Growing up in a small town with a population of less than 10,000, I quickly learned that opportunities were scarce. My mother worked a dangerous night job as a nursing assistant, frequently surrounded by violent patients. My father's love for his profession evaporated, spiraling him into addiction and contributing to a household filled with misery.
Every day was marked by complaints about the cost of living, creating a deep-rooted scarcity mindset. My childhood was filled with frustration and deprivation, leading to a mindset that questioned why we couldn't afford the things we wanted. This atmosphere nurtured my inherent desire for something more — something better.