The moment I turned 14, I told myself that I wouldn't ask for another dollar from my parents. I got a job and worked as much as I could. My parents were from Poland; deaf immigrants struggling to make a living in New York. I was grateful that they were able to put a roof over my head and food on the table. I learned the value of the dollar and what it took to make it. It was a mentality my grandfather instilled in me at a young age. My grandfa...