<p>My inlaws embody my version of the American Dream.</p>
<p>Back when they lived in a less than 1200 sq ft house with
two small children, they thought to themselves, “We have
so much. Let’s adopt a child.” Two children later, they
built and moved into a bigger house. Then they thought to
themselves, “we have so much room, lets qualify to be foster
parents.” So they took care of a series of foster children. Then
they heard about the needs of the boat people ucsd<em>ucla</em>dad
mentioned. So they had a Vietnamese family stay with them for
a while until they got settled. The stories go on and on…
The homeless families they helped out, the family in the neighborhood
that lost their home in a landslide, who squeezed into their
home with them for a while.</p>
<p>That’s my version of the American Dream - having enough to
give to those around me, and having the freedom to see a
need and act on it though my own initiative.</p>
<p>Are my in-laws rich? I don’t know, their finances are their business.
I know they feel rich. I know that everyone who knows them
considers them very successful.</p>