When I was growing up, my father always told me that I was going to be his number one HVAC technician when I got old enough.
Being a girl, I never really took him seriously when he said that.
Dad owned the local HVAC company in our area, and he had a very good name for himself and his company. I knew that he had excellent HVAC technicians already, and I couldn’t figure out why he would need to have me there. When it came time to graduate high school, my father asked if I had thought about what I was going to do now. I told him I had considered college, but I really wasn’t interested in going back to school at this moment. Dad smiled and asked me if I gave any thought to going to the local community college and taking the HVAC certification courses? I must’ve given him a really weird look, because he asked if he had said something wrong? I pointed out that I was wearing a pink shirt and jeans, which meant I was a girl and not a boy. He said he knew plenty of girls who were HVAC technicians, and some of them were better than the men. It suddenly hit me that my father was truly serious about my joining his HVAC company and being his number one HVAC technician. Up until that point it was never even a consideration for me, but it gave me a thrill that I had never felt before. I knew I was going to take the classes at the local community college.