I didn’t know what it would be like coming back home, much less what it would be like living with Stepdad again. He hadn’t exactly grown up poor, but he came up without any particular advantages. He managed to get into Yale with excellent grades and a football scholarship. He worked his ass off and made the most of it. He graduated with an MBA and he has always been proud of that degree and he should be. My whole life he reminded me that when I got to Yale, I would be a legacy. Not only that, I would have the name and money to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with anybody there, and not struggle for respect the way he did. Then I screwed up and was basically forced to enlist in the Army.

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