I knew my Grandpa Sam was a Heating as well as A/C service tech, and I knew he was the owner of the biggest local Heating as well as A/C corporation.
My father had worked for Sam for years.
It isn’t like anyone had forced me to be an Heating as well as A/C service tech, although I wanted to be one. Once I had finished high university, I signed up for Heating as well as A/C class at the local community university. I was happy to begin my classes, although I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew dad sometimes worked as a classroom instructor, even though he hadn’t been saying anything to mom about it. I had previously talked to my dad about being an Heating as well as A/C service tech, and he told me it was my decision. It was my life, and if I wanted to be an Heating as well as A/C service tech, healthcare expert, or burger flipper; it was my option and not his. I loved my dad telling me to follow my own path in life, although I wanted a little bit of guidance, and I was trying to discover if he knew who the instructor was, dad was saying nothing. I guessed I had to wait until the class had started. Two weeks later, I walked to class. I almost laughed out loud when my Grandpa Sam walked into class and sat down on the desk. Sam introduced himself as this year’s guest instructor, and he was going to be doing all the regular classroom instruction. My father was going to be doing the hands-on instruction. I was wondering how I was going to get through these introductions separate from anyone knowing I was related to these two guys. I also wondered about several of my classmates and they assumed I would get special treatment.