My birthday is the day after Christmas. So what that means is I never had parties, my friends were understandably always busy. On my 7th birthday we planned a party and all of my friends actually said they could come. The time of the party came and my Grandma showed up. And then the time went. And no one showed up. I remember sitting on the porch swing crying, my grandma rocking me with her arm around me and my head on her chest as she sang “Happy Birthday” to me. Back then I thought it was the worst Birthday ever, but now it’s my favorite Birthday of all time.
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.