You’ve had a great life.
You settled down young, had a couple kids in the suburbs. Maybe you climbed the corporate ladder, or built a thriving small business vital to the community. You’re not rich, but “comfortable” — comfortable enough to send your kids to that prestigious private research college they spent their formative years preparing for. You gave them the world in the best way you knew how, and sure, there were sacrifices — but as they set off to New York, or D.C. or LA, diploma in hand, you felt confident in their ticket to a life bigger and better than you, perhaps somewhat regrettably, ever envisioned for yourself.
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