I grew up in a community which one would consider a ghetto but we were taught that nothing was out of our reach if we aimed high enough for it. I had two brothers and four sisters and our home was our palace and playground.
Mother taught us that anything we wanted could be gotten through faith and that all thing are possible when you place god at the centre.
We were sent to the best schools given the “best materialistic things etc… but in all we never left our home without praying and giving god thanks everyday for these things. I guess you could say living in the ghetto but not of the ghetto.
So now here I am living a “good life” with the help of God of course and still giving God thanks in all that I say and do.