I come at it from the other side--my folks (both early Boomers) lived well-within their means, and even though the first decade of my life saw my dad working absurdly long weeks consulting I still feel like we kept a happy house. Both folks worked hard to help their children succeed, even when we were being dorks.

Later, as I headed off to college, some legitimately unforseen medical issues sprung up and a system designed to extract maximum wealth out of a captive, bloated audience tore that same happy family apart.

My parents did everything right, and now I get to watch as a culture geared for your typical baby boomer goes and grinds them down, day by fucking day. My hope is that through entrepreneurship I can make enough to eventually pay back the filial debt I owe--a debt which is worsened by the isolationist lifestyle I pursued as a haven during my college and post-college years.