I tried hard, did the best I could and was ready to make the BIG bucks.

All of the efforts one makes to go from rags to riches was in my personality. I worked hard as a youth, after school and weekends. I worked for peanuts but was still able to purchase what I wanted: motorcycles, mustang (even though I really wanted a Buick Riviera) and clothes I wanted to buy. Education was relative easy. However, I came in as number 2, the salutatorian rather than the valedictorian. I was tested for computer programming in 1972. By the time I was 18 I had a computer job long before my vocational training class was over. Finishing the class in half of the scheduled time, making more money in my first year than those who raised me and having higher business goals were considered personal goals. By 1975 I married my high school sweetheart and we were ready to take on the world. By 1977 I started my own business and bought my first home. Although a modest house, the house had an assumable loan and was a good investment. Then came as many material things a 21 year old housewife would need and of course, what to me was the fanciest car I ever owned. It wasn't a Buick but the equivalent was much better. A divorce changed the route to success. I went from owning my own business and went to work for others. I didn't have to pay as much in taxes so I could justify making the change. In reality it was a defeat. But you pick yourself back up and start again. Not making it the first time was no reason to stop trying. Still, I was working for another, bringing in revenue that was more than a million dollars a year and was making someone else rich. I was getting a reputation for the type of work I did but bringing in the revenue for myself became distorted.

I learned about what you need to survive and what you want are two completely different lifestyles.

The riches of the Motts can do great things. But Once a Mott now not, led to having no relationships with the Motts. I had to start from the beginning, experience the risk and knowing what it is like when you are the #2 slot, nothing more than a pawn for the richest of the rich. Charles Mott changed that perception. I would like to visit with Maryanne Mott Warsh. I would like to meet a successful Mott even though a Mott I am not.