After finishing eighth grade, I took the necessary steps to enroll in the community college’s Heating and Air Conditioning program.
Knowing everything I needed to, I went home to tell my parents. Dad’s eyes widened at the cost of the class. Why didn’t you tell me what was wrong? He said there wasn’t enough money for me to go to HVAC school and start my own HVAC company. I almost broke down in tears, but I handled it like a man, just like my dad always told me to. Since I was a kid, one of my career goals has been to start my own Heating and Air Conditioning company. I submitted the necessary paperwork at the school in the hopes of receiving more time to collect the necessary funds. I stopped by the location of our neighborhood HVAC company. Even though I told him I wasn’t sure I could afford classes, he was happy to see me enroll. Five minutes later, he returned and introduced me to the proprietor of the HVAC supplier, detailing all the times I had been an annoyance over the years. After shaking my hand, the proprietor inquired as to my summer employment status. If I had said yes, he would have said, “I do now,” but I said no. Rather than pay me cash for my time over the summer, he offered to cover the cost of my HVAC training, provided I signed a contract promising to work for him for at least six months after I graduated. About a month after that, I enrolled in an HVAC program.