The trust fund? I’ve never touched the Bakersfield property. I let a single mom open a daycare there for almost nothing in rent. Grandpa would’ve liked that, I think.
And that letter he wrote? It’s in a frame on my desk.
People might take things from you—money, support, even belief—but they can’t take your drive. They can’t take your vision.
You get to decide who you are.
And when you rise without the help you deserved, it hits different. It sticks. It builds a kind of self-trust that no one can steal.
So if you’re reading this, and someone’s counting you out?
Let ‘em.
Just keep going.
They’ll see.
If this story hit you in the heart, share it with someone who needs to hear it. ❤️
Like & comment if you’ve ever been underestimated but came back stronger.
