suits, I wore a blue jumpsuit, rubber gloves, and worked cleaning the restrooms at Oakridge High School. I was a janitor.

They didn’t know that, three years earlier, I had won the $450 million Powerball jackpot.

When those fateful numbers appeared on the television screen in my shabby rented room, I was about to call home to share the good news. But then, I remembered my father’s scornful look when I refused to study finance to pursue art. I remembered how my …