Since I might be the only one born in a house without plumbing in a country that just lost a war and was in the midst of a famine who moved to America after winning a bodybuilding show in England without going back to the gym where I lived in Munich to pack my stuff, I think I can safely say that self-made just doesn’t exist. I hope all the people listed here are proud of themselves. They’ve worked their asses off. They had wild dreams. They took big risks. But we all got help. Every single one of us. Even if you think everybody was out to get you for your whole life, you’re here. Somebody made you. But I find that more often, when people accept self-made is bogus, their list of people they realize helped them grows.

For me, it’s now millions of people. That’s what it takes to become Governor of the biggest state or have a successful show on Netflix. Not me. Millions.

And when you realize you didn’t get here alone, you can have the more important realization: you owe some help. Bring someone else up that ladder.