So, I am only 4’8” tall and weigh about 75 pounds. I am petite and nimble, and no one told me I couldn’t be an HVAC technician. I was raised to believe I could be anything I wanted to be. All I had to do was work hard and continue to work hard. That is what I am doing. I created a commotion when I walked into the HVAC class. Not only was I small in stature, but I was a woman. Men and women were staring at me. No one looked at me more intensely than the 6’ 6” brawny HVAC instructor that saw me walking in. I slid into a seat in front of the room and listened to every word he had to say. He kept giving me a look that I wasn’t sure was anger or interest. After class, he asked me to wait, and I asked if he was angry. My dad looked at me and asked why I hadn’t told him I signed up for the class. I said that I thought he would try to stop me from becoming an HVAC technician. I knew he would have never done that, but encouraged me to do whatever I wanted. He shook his head and started laughing. He gave me a hug and told me to get back to class. He wouldn’t act like there was any connection between us, and I didn’t expect him to make any concessions for me. I didn’t want to disappoint him if I didn’t do well. Just like everything else in my life, I was about to face one more hurdle, and I would do it well.