Overcoming adversity to succeed

Seven years ago, I decided to pursue the most difficult stage of my professional writing career.
The odds are against me having success as a screenwriter. I read somewhere that only two percent make it as a screenwriter, meaning 98 percent probability that I fail.
I've got no problem with that. I've battled adversity my whole life, especially since entering the world on October 18, 1969 in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. I learned how to read and write at the age of four and was gifted, but most of the family made fun of my talents and did not support me.
Spiritually, God has successfully guided me every step of the way. I don't understand it sometimes, but he always find me for me to survive. I've learned over the years when I prayed, God gives me what I need to make it.  I eventually learned that God allows to hang me in there with what I've got. My hometown church and the district connected to it always supported my endeavors growing up. I never found that once I left the hometown and pursued a newspaper career.
Man made, it's a different story. I've found success as a screenwriter, winning 34 best screenplay awards over the last few years.
When I post my winnings on Facebook, I rarely get over 100 likes and comments. That's a low number, especially since I have 3,000 friends. Upon further review, I see former high school and college classmates pile up and like what our fellow friends post.
It felt like high school and college all over again. Getting my ass kicked two straight years by the eventual No. 1 college football prospect in Alabama for the Class of 1987, only to see a couple of guys do nothing and make the traveling squad.
I am not in the most distinguished fraternity, but Phi Beta Sigma can battle with any damn Greek organization around. Ask Jerry Rice and Emmitt Smith, a pair of Pro Football Hall of Famers and multi-Super Bowl winners.
Several people in the area where I currently work are more supportive than the people I've known for years and that's a shame.
I've formed two circles, one for family and the other with friends, who have supported my endeavors either through Facebook or vocally. Each group is small.
If I get the break of a lifetime and win an Oscar or similar award (3 classmates predicted I would), the support group will get their shout-out.  Frontrunners and people ride on bandwagons will not be invited.