I got into a conversation with an MD once. He and his future wife escaped from Europe in the late 1930s. They were Jewish and in their teens. They lived off the land as they traveled through the forests. Somehow they made it to this country. They both also made their way through medical school. I was in awe. But he (actually, they) gave me the punch line. Her relatives regarded her as a failure because she
married so poorly.
I notice related theme in many of the old posts on this site. There appears to be a number of us, who, although we are doing quite well by one measure, are outcasts from our families.
So, my question is, "What is success?" And, how does someone know when he/she has obtained it?
"Good decisions come from experience. Experience comes from bad decisions." ... Mark Twain