In response to me not liking all poor people...
I was born poor. My dad was unemployed for almost a full year when I was 4 during the Carter era when the bank my dad worked at went under and he couldn't find a job. My family collected cans until I was 7 on the weekends. Those memories are some of the happiest memories I have, riding around Ohio on our bikes at construction sites looking for beer cans to sell to the recycling company for money.
I am also no happier now, or better of a person now, than I was when we were poor. I have more money. That is the only difference.
Money does not make a man. The man makes the money.
A hard worker is a hard worker in my book. All equal.