I remember waking up one day when I was about 12 or 13 years old, and while I expect my parents saw it coming, I was shocked that that day we were poor. The day before nothing was said about money but instantly, I was hearing "We can't afford it."I will say my dad was never one to budget. He also was self employed and since he sold tombstones, they were pricey. He never took into account the wholesale cost of the stone, the time it would take him, or the cost of labor to hire someone when he set it in the cemetery. For the next 10 years, my parents were in a lot of debt. Add in that Dad was hit by a drunk driver on Dad's way to work, and all medical expenses came out of our pocket for years. I had to drop out of college until the legal process was over because it looked like our family had more money than we did because so much was being spent on surgeons, doctor visits, and medication.








