I didn’t remember ever saying anything about wanting to be an HVAC technician when I grew up.
When I was a kid, I used to admire my dad being an HVAC technician.
I thought he was my hero, but I don’t remember ever once saying I wanted to do what he did. I often said I wanted to be like my dad, because he was an amazing dad and I idolized him when I was little. I didn’t want to be an HVAC technician. As I got older, I told my parents I wanted to go into the service. I was trying to figure out if I wanted to go in the Navy or the Air Force. Mom would tease me that I couldn’t get any more diverse with my choice. The air and the sea were quite different. When I graduated from high school, my dad was going to pay for me to go to HVAC technician’s school. I tried to tell him I didn’t want to be an HVAC technician, but he wasn’t listening. Two days after graduation, I joined the Navy. When I started working, I didn’t intend on becoming an HVAC technician, but the job was open. They were training me to work on the HVAC system on the ships. Without proper ventilation, no one could survive below deck. It was a crucial job, and one that was hoisted on me. Five years later, I was back home and ready to go to work. My dad smiled when I told him I had my HVAC certification. He said he was glad I made the decision, but happy I made it in my own way.