MONEY LIFE LESSONS
My Credit Card to the Rescue
or how I paid for my bachelor’s degree with a credit card
It was May 8, 1990, the day my father left my mother and me high and dry.
I was 18 years old, a freshman in college, living at home (now by myself as my mother didn’t live with me at the time), and earning $2.85/hour as a part-time…