Remember Andrew? Well he has an interesting childhood too.
Andrew's father was the richest person of his time and everyday Andrew's father would give him money: always enough to feed himself with and save a little with to buy monthly costs. But not only did the money fufill his routine needs, there was also always a small portion that Andrew didn't need. So Andrew saw that there were other children without fathers as rich as his so he used this last little bit to help out people around him. Now Andrew had many brothers and sisters and, at first, they all followed Andrew's example and their town flourished with abundance because of Andrew's family's generosity.
One day, Andrew's father went out on a business trip. Before he left he showed his wife where he kept the fortune and gave her careful instructions as to how to portion it out to their children. Then he said goodbye to his family and left.
At first, his wife was just as warm and generous as he and the town continued to prosper. But one day as she looked at her meager attire and her modest decor she thought to herself, "I am the wife of the richest man in the world: I should look better than this."
And so she began to give less money to her children and began saving up for silk curtains on the windows, new paint for the walls, new dresses to wear in public and new cars and new everything. Everything was glamorous and everything shined in the bright sun. Soon she thought to herself, "If I look this glamorous and my children look like beggars on the street, what will people think of me?" and she began demanding that her children buy the nicest clothes and keep in with the latest fashions. Soon her children realised that with their mother giving her less each day and them having to spend what they did get on expensive clothes, they would have to get jobs to support themselves, which they did.
Except Andrew. Andrew refused to buy nicer clothes with his money and instead gave the same amount he always gave to the people around him and used what was left to squeeze a living out. He was eating barely anything at all when his mother called to him one day, "Andrew, you look terrible," she said.
"I haven't much to eat these days," he replied.
"Well, my dear boy," his mother said, "you'd do well to get yourself a job. You will need one when you are out on your own. I can't keep you in this house any longer. You are bringing down the image I am trying to maintain. As wife of the richest man in the world, I can't have a dirty child living in my house. Goodbye."
And with that he was out on the streets.

And, within a few weeks, he was in the sorry state you met him in.