When you spend the first part of your life with very little, and you learn to be happy with it and battle along, people see you and they're comfortable with having you around them. You all go along wishing for the same things. At least most of us do. We wish that one day we'll be able to do whatever we like. We keep wanting, but we never plan for what we'll do if the luck happens-not extensively, because for most of us, it doesn't become a reality. Would you be ready?