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I played this out back in 1976. I was fortunate to graduate from college with no debt (had a 75% tuition discount with dad's job at Penn State, and I lived at home, and worked while in school.) Got a job after graduation working as a writer for a medical newspaper group. Paid $8500 per year, and quickly realized I'd never be able to afford a GTX on that pay. Saved my money for a year, then quit and went to truck driver school.

Three years later, I was making $30k per year, and owned my first truck. My parents were distraught that I was no longer using my degree. For me, making 50% more than my tenured college professor dad, made it easy to take. My parents breathed a sigh of relief when I sold the first truck and used the money I'd saved to attend law school, rather than buying a new rig.

Six months after I passed the bar exam, I was back driving full time. Although I finally managed to use my education at the peak of my career, I eventually ended up behind the wheel again, for the last 20 years of my career. I think every potential college student should go through vocational training as a prerequisite to enrollment.
I never thought of myself as a person meant to sit at a desk for four more years in another school. I thought I sold myself short and worked long hour most of my life, till I was 52. I knew one thing for sure, I really enjoyed what money could get you.

My second house came with a neighbor that was a computer systems analysts for Boeing, McDonnell Douglas at the time. My wife and his became fast friends and after he found out I made a few thousand a year more than him, he got a case of what I call, red a**. He thought he was worth more than me, in the game of life. He never got over it and I really didn't care........

I went to pick up my new suit the other day. The guy that sold it to me has work at this small town clothing store for over 60 years. He looked better than me and was 80 years old. Said he was going to work till he couldn't. The thought of that gave me goosebumps...................................... I figured out early in life, it's not always how much you make or what you do, but what you do with it. A job with a legacy helps at the end to fill in the voids, a little gravy for the mashed potatoes.... All that really matters is, we made it!!!
 
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