He told me I wasn’t going to make it as an HVAC technician.

It was only the first day of class, and already I was worried about making it as an HVAC technician. Most of the guys who were in class with me, had knowledge of HVAC systems. A lot of them had parents or other family members who were HVAC technicians. The only reason I wanted to be an HVAC technician was to save my family money. My dad was always complaining that he couldn’t afford the fuel it took to run the furnace. He refused to have the AC unit replaced because of its cost. Mom made a lot of goodies in the kitchen, and she would donate them to the church and other charitable institutions. I think half of her baking and cooking goes to the homeless, but dad never complains. When I told dad I wanted to go to school for HVAC technicians, he laughed. He told me I wasn’t going to make it as an HVAC technician, but I knew he was wrong. Somehow, even though I knew I could make it, I was still worried. I may not be HVAC material, but I told myself to keep trudging along. By the end of the classes, I had already secured a position in the HVAC company owned by my instructor. He told me I had the position as long as I passed the certification exam. My dad never said a word when I came home and told him, but when I walked away, he asked if that meant I could now fix the AC unit for my mom.
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