I was the first man in our family to break the tradition and not become an HVAC technician
I was talking to my dad last week and I told him I was considering being an HVAC technician when I got out of school. It was something I hadn’t thought about until I went to the school’s job fair. I knew I didn’t want to go to college, and factory work wasn’t for me. Dad told me that my grandfather would be proud of me. This struck me as odd. I hadn’t seen my grandfather in ten years. Why would he be proud of me. Dad picked up the phone and called grandpa. He handed me the phone and told me to tell him what he wanted to do after school. Grandpa was so happy to hear the noise that mom heard him from the living room. He asked me to give the phone back to dad. I heard dad say he would pick grandpa up at the airport and then he hung up. Grandpa wanted to come visit and be at my high school graduation. After grandma died, grandpa became a hermit, but for some reason, my news gave him a new lease on life. Dad was grinning and he told me that his grandfather was an HVAC technician, and grandpa was an HVAC technician. I was the first man in our family to break the tradition and not become an HVAC technician. I was following in the family footprints, and everyone would be proud of my decision. Grandpa looked much older and more frail than I remembered, but when we started talking about HVAC, he looked twenty years younger.