Growing up in poverty was not fun. To be certain, there was a lot of love in my house, and I will never be able to repay my mother for the sacrifices she made to keep a roof over our head. But when you are using the oven to heat your house, or your grandmother is walking miles upon miles each day to work as a maid because she could not afford the bus, I can say that it is easy for hope to slip away.

By: Tim Scott, The State

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