I wrote a personal story motivated by the urge to chronicle what struck me as a unique and unusual developmental social and professional life. I hope the story will interest the readers. I certainly relished the nostalgia and recollections of the past from the humble beginnings, and reaching the top with success in a manner from which the origins cannot be told or surmised. The purpose is not to glorify poverty nor encourage social upbringing in an environment devoid of parental support, but to indicate the inherent resilience of a human being. It is possible to survive and succeed despite adverse circumstances, if among other factors, one gets lucky breaks or your journey enjoys fortunate events. In my case, success was certainly almost entirely the result of lucky strokes and unexplained events which came to the rescue at the right time and in the correct manner. The morrow was miraculously shaped without concerted planning. Assistance that came from various unsolicited quarters, testified to inherent good nature of people. In many a situation similar to mine, the environment can be a fatal and destructive derailment. One had to have the ability to learn quickly and to have the potential to avoid pitfalls.