The Work That Shaped Me I am a child of the 1960s and 1970s. I grew up in a blue collar family. My father, a smart man with a 10th-grade education, owned a car repair and towing business. His hands were permanently stained from oil, rusty chains and the dust and dirt that accumulates on cars. Hard physical work and long hours characterized his days. My mother kept the house functioning. With four bedrooms, one bath, four kids and not a lot of money she someone managed. We lived in a good working class neighborhood in a decent town that has now become gentrified and entitled. But is wasn’t that way when I grew up. Deep within me, I knew that the path to success was to work harder, smarter and longer than anyone else. That’s how I plowed my way up from my blue collar roots to solid corporate…