To earn and marry as well as my dad was the carousel ring for me and my brother. I'll say now, he and I are twins - he was the serious one and I was....um, not so serious. I barely made it through high school, he did college. He learned the business end of dad's construction company, I chose to be the laborer. I married young, he waited. But that's where I lucked out. My wife was a wonderful person. She was never disappointed in me and she helped me see that my dad wasn't either.
My dad's construction business succeeded because he was an excellent craftsman and a down-to-earth guy with a kick-ass sense of humor. I'm a lot like him. When I lost my wife, my life got derailed. I stopped working and meandered for a few years, like a dead leaf in the wind. My bro pressured me for a good year to get over it and go back to work, but my dad gave me time, and (amazingly) kept me on the payroll. That's what got me back to work - dad's patience and understanding. I think he asked himself what he would do if he lost my mom.
Crap. I'm off topic. I basically have my own business now, owning this apartment complex. It's small, but earns a good living and I do all the repairs and stuff myself. My brother now owns dad's company. He and his wife live well, like my parents did (and mom still does), but I'm happier. Brother's got more money and material things than my parents had, but I've got the feeling of accomplishment, the freedom to roam, and a little more of the joy they had.
I think that's still a bit off topic, but there it is - that's what came out of my brain.