Growing up, I lived with my meth addicted mom, and at age eight my grandparents gained custody, where the situation was even worse, but I won't go into that. Then at age 13 it was back to my mom because my grandparents custody was deemed unsafe by the court. I didn't go to the same school for a full year all through elementary school, I always changed schools at least once during the year (I went to one school for 3 days before changing schools again), was always the new kid, and never had friends, was incredibly poor. Yet I always dreamed of horses. I drew pictures, read every book in the library, and prayed every night for a horse. I never got one, lessons weren't even on the table. I didn't get involved with horses until I was an adult and could take charge of my own life. Now, years later, I own a horsemanship business and make my living teaching lessons and exercising horses. Your dreams are possible when you take the reins (no pun intended) and patiently work toward your goals. Make sure every step is somehow working toward your end goal, and it's possible. Now, with that being said, what is your actual goal? To ride in the Olympics? Why? To say that you did? For me, having a career working with horses is more than enough. I just love working with horses, I'm not concerned with competing with people that have obscene amounts of money. I want to be known for good horsemanship, and how I work with my horses. In all honesty, for those of us that live in America, we are filthy rich compared to the rest of the world, and the sooner we realize that, the sooner we can be thankful for how blessed we are, and stop concerning ourselves with how much we don't have.