I was born in 1971 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. My parents came to the US from Taiwan, seeking a better life. They arrived in America with $300 and two laundry bags to hold their clothes. My parents were educators and to them, the most important gift they could give me was a good education.
At the end of high school, I was fortunate enough to get into Harvard. So I started there in the fall of 1989.
In a Hollywood movie, that might be the happy ending. But in my life, it was actually just the beginning of a journey. I didn’t realize how my good fortune would put a burden on my parents. They couldn’t afford to send me to Harvard, so they took out a second mortgage on their house. They could have lost everything. But it still wasn’t enough cash to pay for college. The only way they could fill the gap was to start a business. They weren’t natural entrepreneurs — they had tried before and it didn’t take off. But they had no other choice.