I came to the UK with literally nothing (legally of course !!). I had to borrow money just to buy the ticket. No job lined up, no fancy degree, no safety net. Just decent English and a strong work ethic. I stayed with a friend for 3 months before moving out to shared accommodation. I arrived with one 15kg suitcase.
At 18, I was earning £5 an hour. I waited tables, cleaned hotel rooms, worked at a dry cleaner, served coffee, I took on double shifts, worked weekends, I worked nights behind the bar in the clubs, some weeks I didn’t have a single day off. And it wasn’t easy. During that time, I was sick many times but I never quit my job. At one point, I had a kidney stone stuck in my urinary tract. I worked through the pain for months before surgery. Even after surgery, I took the bare minimum time off, just two weeks, and I was back at work. I kept going. I didn’t rely on the state. I didn’t ask for help. I just showed up I could not work.
Because I knew I didn’t want to live like that forever. I didn’t want to spend my life on the lowest wage, sharing cramped housing. So I started looking into training and courses until I found free courses to start with, saved whatever I could, and eventually paid for more training. Bit by bit, I moved into office work, working out what I want to do long term. Now I work in a specialised field, and the rest is history. I am citizen of many years, I got amazing husband, beautiful home and great paid job.
No handouts. No luck. Just grit, consistency, THINKING about my life choices and a refusal to give up.
So when someone tells me their life didn’t turn out because of “bad luck”? I can’t accept that. I’ve been there. I know what it’s like to have nothing and still build something.