Having learned that my ex-wife had married a poor worker, I went to their wedding to make fun of her. But as soon as I saw the groom, I turned around and burst into tears of pain.
I always thought success meant climbing higher, earning more, and proving to the world that I’d made it. Back in college at UCLA, I fell in love with Lily Parker, a gentle, selfless girl who worked part-time at the library. While I pursued an ambitious path in economics, she took a modest job as a…