I haven't shared my story today to seek pity. I'm not claiming to have grown up in severe poverty. There were hard times, but there were good times full of love and laughter. I have shared my story so that those listening today know that I understand what it means to have to choose between paying for food or petrol or power. It is exhausting having to fight every day to survive. My hope, though, is that in this House it doesn't always have to be a fight, and that we can work together to put people first. I fought my way through and so can you. No matter how hard things get—and sometimes they get bloody hard—there is always a way through. It doesn't matter how much your parents earn, it doesn't matter what clothes you wear, and it doesn't matter if you live in a flash house or drive a fancy car—those things don't matter. Take risks, pursue your dreams, then it matters how you treat people and how hard you work.