I grew up poor in the hills of West Va I had hand me down clothes or my grandparents bought them .we had powered milk my dad was a abusive alcoholic ,my mom remarried her first husband who come to Va for a better life with a head of lettuce and a bottle of dressing to live on ,he rented a one bedroom apartment then moved the rest of us here then we had a better life after he passed away my mom move back to W.Va and I stayed here for a better life .It was his sacrifices and death that led me to do something with my life so I started my business