As a son of immigrants, first in family to serve in our military, and first to attend University, thank you for articulating the feelings of so many, so accurately. Looking back at my own life, I always doubted my own success because I could name so many friends, just like me, that didn’t share the same fortune. When you experience poverty and crime, it changes your own perception of your success; you realize the fragility of it all, and that it could have been a very different story for many of us, were it not for chance /luck— a running theme in Gladwell’s writing. It is a humbling feeling, and although sometimes a limiting weakness in my own career, it is a great source of happiness when I look at my 2 year old and see the giant leap forward I made possible for her. I also try to put it in perspective; we are building our success across generations. I keep in mind that most of those elites and privileged are the descendants of vulnerable immigrants at some point in our history.