Last week, I called the local HVAC company and asked if I could get some service on my air conditioning unit.
I was going on vacation in two weeks, and I wanted to make sure my air conditioning unit was serviced before I left.
I didn’t want to come home and turn on the air conditioning unit to find that it wasn’t working properly. Two days later, I saw the service van pull into the driveway, and two minutes later there was a knock on the door. I was so surprised to see my nephew come to the door, that I almost didn’t answer it. The last time I heard anything about my nephew was when my brother told me he was in juvenile court for possession of drugs and trying to sell them. I thought he was in jail, and I was afraid to open the door. I then remembered I hadn’t seen my nephew in over five years. I took him out back to look at the air conditioning unit. When he had it cleaned and inspected, he told me he changed the air filter, cleaned the condensate drain, and he put a new fan blade on. He looked at me and told me he had changed. While in juvenile lock up, he met a young man whose father was an HVAC technician. He said he admired the man, and he wanted to be like him. He helped him got through HVAC school while still juvenile lock up, and he hadn’t even looked at drugs since the day he met the HVAC technician. I gave him a hug and said I was proud of him.