I Grew Up Poor But Lived A Rich Life
One Man’s Journey To Appreciation
I grew up during the 1960s and 1970s in the inner-city of Rochester, New York in a big Italian-American Catholic family. Both of my parents each had ten brothers and sisters and, as a result, every day was a party.
My father never made a lot of money, but we didn’t have a lot of bills. For a good portion of…