I'm black.
I won the lottery with my parents, straight up. Especially w/ my pops because he's the breadwinner. My mom's a nurse...decent bread, but not great. All in they probably make about $170-$180k a year.
I went to a PWI that costs about $250k for four years. I only had to pick up $17k in debt.

Uncle Sam picked up some of that, but most of it was pops.
I'm now in grad school and guess what? He surprised me with another $30k. Paid for with a fund he started while I was in Kindergarten. He also gave me a no interest loan on top so I didn't have to ask for as much from the banks.

#blackexcellence #blackfatherhood
I love my mom, but she really doesn't know a ton about investing. She just knows to follow my pops lead and save when he says save. She still has nice shyt though.
Hold up wait...
#GMB?
Anyway...
That's why I'm busting my ass at 5:30 in the morning right now. Unless I really fukk up, I should be making around what my pops makes at 57 when I graduate--at 27. If I really do well, I'll be making more than what they both make combined. I wanna show my parents that offer letter.
That's why the last thing I'm in a rush to do is go live in some expense city and blow the money I'll make on thots and gear. First priority is stacking my paper so that whatever happens with my parents, in 10 years, I can take care of them no questions asked. This expectation has never been communicated to me, nor do I have the impression its needed based on some of the stock trades my pops was talking about over Thanksgiving

, but I wouldn't be worth shyt as a son if I didn't think like that anyway.
Also, my pops never sold out or became some 1%er corporate villain to do all this...he has a STEM background and has never had to manage anyone. The man's discipline and thriftiness is just out of this world.
All this is just to say...really, I got lucky.
We should all be doing our damnedest to make sure our kids get lucky too.