Last Friday, though an invite from my boss, I attended a fundraiser for a local Green Bay hospital. It was held at a private residence - a multi-million dollar home on the Fox river- and was attended by 150 of Green Bay’s richest, plus about a dozen or so Green Bay Packers players. I didn’t know all of the players, but recognized Donald Driver, Mark Tauscher, Greg Jennings, and AJ Hawk.
During the evening, it was clear that, in terms of net worth, I was the poorest guy in the house. By a long shot. I kept thinking to myself, “I don’t belong here.” While that didn’t ruin my evening (I was more than happy to mingle around and see how the rich folks live), it was a conscious thought.
A day later, after reflecting on it, it came to me that each and every one of those people at that event had felt exactly like me at one point in their lives. Does that mean I’ll ever join their ranks? Not at all. It will take a lot of hard work and a lot of luck. But what it does mean is that they’re not appreciably more different than I am.
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