When I first met my husband, I was so in love with him. He was not the man that my father wanted me to marry at first, but my father eventually learned to love him. We always expected that I would marry somebody who went to college and got a great job with awesome benefits and a ton of vacation time. However, my husband works as an HVAC technician, which is a trade job. My dad was firmly against me marrying an HVAC technician because he thought it was an unskilled job that required no thought or talent. However, when my father’s furnace stopped working, he called an HVAC company, and my husband-to-be was the one to fix it. Though it wasn’t as clean and tidy as my father had hoped, he had to admit that the HVAC field was necessary and long-term. After marrying my husband and learning what he goes through on a daily basis, I have become so proud of the HVAC technician that I love. He crawls under and over houses, installs gas lines and electric lines, and assembles large machines to provide heating and cooling for regular people. When people’s furnaces stop working in the middle of Winter and they are afraid of freezing, my husband wakes up in the early hours of the morning to fix their furnace. He isn’t afraid to get dirty, and he does all of his HVAC work with honesty. Though he didn’t go to college, he makes more than enough money in the HVAC field to make our family comfortable. Also, he has great job security in the HVAC field than most people.