I was broke until I was 40. Really broke. I could get by, but I had nothing.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It was the early 1970s and I was recently divorced. I had three kids and was totally broke. I managed to find work back east on the straw-hat circuit - summer stock - but couldn't afford hotels, so I lived out of the back of my truck, under a hard shell.
When I started out, I struggled, and I was broke a lot. But I'm glad I struggled, and I'm glad I was broke a lot.
I was broke for more than 10 years. I remember staying up all night one night at my first company and looking in couch cushions the next morning for some change to buy coffee.
I'm not gonna be broke, like my mom was broke, my uncles were broke, my sisters didn't have money, my cousins on down.
I was 21 and homeless - such a broken, lost woman.
When I finished school, I took my entire life savings - $5,000 - and invested it in a business. I was young. I was inexperienced. But I was an entrepreneur, and I was proud. And in six weeks, I was broke.
At 32, I kind of thought I was past the point where I was gonna get a break that really changed my life overnight.
I can just remember being broke, wondering if I had any talent - really wondering whether this was all a fantasy - but I had to get out there and keep trying.
I'm not broke. Like everybody else, I owe money.
I was broke from 19 to 26, borrowing money from my parents or my brothers or sisters every week to pay the bills.