I am directly related to at least two families that took the famous ship across the sea and into the history books; one on my mother's side; one on my father's side. Despite what you might think, this having a Mayflower ancestor business isn't much of an exclusive club. There are millions of Americans that can make the same claim. After all, every generation expands exponentially. Ten generations in from my Mayflower ancestors and you end up with a whole lot of cousins. For example, should you stop to get your oil changed in say, Quincy MA, chances are fair that they guy putting the oil in your car is also a grandchild of one of those Pilgrims.
People have a mistaken notion about those that arrived to America in those early years. They are considered, "blue bloods," "America's first families," and other colorful and if not historically accurate terms.
I don't wish to sound disparaging but no one that was a gleaming success in their Motherland was about to take their lives in their hands and hop onboard a ship to come to a wilderness filled with people that didn't necessarily want them there. Leaving a life as you know it and taking a leap into the great unknown isn't a choice people readily make; certainly not when they are wealthy, comfortable, and well fed. It's a ballsy move, deserving of accolades; packing up what little you can carry and getting on a ship to take to you somewhere else based entirely on a belief.
"I am willing to risk everything on the chance that it's going to be better for me in America."
If there is an American Psalm, this is Chapter 1; Verse 1.
We are all the children of Pilgrims.