I was always good with my hands, even as a kid.
After Aunt Jane got kicked out of her house by her husband, she moved in with my folks and me.
They let her stay in the garage, something they thought would be a temporary arrangement but ended up being very permanent. I loved Aunt Jane, she was a wildcard, and at this point in her life she partied pretty hard. She saw how much I liked fixing things, and started to teach me the basics of heating and cooling systems. That is what she did for a living, and she saw how HVAC work could be a good path for me in the future. It isn’t like she pushed me into studying HVAC systems, she just told me what the benefits were to me. She explained that in the future everyone would say I needed to go to college to have a good job, but that there were a lot of good jobs that didn’t need college. College is a big business, and they want more people in deep college loan debt, but if you learn a trade like HVAC work you don’t acquire that debt, and can start making good money as a skilled tradesperson. I would sit out with Aunt Jane in the garage, handing her tools and watching her rebuild old space heaters and air conditioners. I ended up going to college after all, to study medicine, but I will always remember those late nights working on HVAC systems with my aunt, I wouldn’t trade those memories for the world.