Everything I Know About Travel I Learned from Growing Up Poor

When I was 8 years old my mother went bankrupt paying for her cancer treatments. Six months later, my father took the family car, all of our savings and left. I imagine taking care of a dying wife and three children was a bit much to handle for a boy in his early twenties. As the dust cleared, my mother found a balance between single motherhood and cancer treatments through church meal programs and food stamps.