On My 18th Birthday, My Parents Told Me My Education Fund Was Gone — I Didn’t Cry, I Took Notes

it. I started working at fifteen, first mowing lawns, then bussing tables at a local diner, eventually landing the job at Henderson’s where I learned useful skills from older mechanics who treated me like a protégé rather than cheap labor.

By seventeen, I had saved $12,000. Not bad for a high school kid working part-time. I kept detailed spreadsheets continue reading …