I dropped out of school at an early age, about 14. My step father felt if your not going to school, your going to work, and he meant it. I hated my step dad and I hated the work. If he were still alive to day I would hug his neck and thank him for what he taught me. Somewhere along the way I developed a passion for the work. I love what I do. I imagine when I lay it down for the last time I will have a hammer or a tape measure in my hand.