What was a poor white trash daughter, one of thirteen children of an abusive, alcoholic father and submissive mother, doing at a reception with the President of the United States of America in the White House? Living in a tin barn with dirt floors, no plumbing, and being able to lie in bed at night and look at the stars seemed so far away now. How did Wanda Pope get from going to bed at night and being told to go to sleep so she wouldn't know she was hungry to having a glass of wine with the president of the United States? Growing up wondering if tonight would be the night that her father wouldn't miss when he shot at her mother? Would she or one of her siblings possibly die tonight, or would they still be able to go dig in dumpsters the next day for food? How did she ever get out of so much poverty?