When I (Chris) was about 16/17 years old, I was working a dead end job as a fast food worker. One day, my grandfather came by to visit me on my lunch break. At the time, he had been in the painting industry working for a couple companies (at one point for himself) for a good portion of his life. We had a conversation that day about my future. I knew I didnt want to go to college and he didnt want me to be stuck at a low paying job. He said that at the very least, I should learn a trade. He then called up his boss to see about getting me a job with them. Next thing I knew, I was a laborer, and an aspiring painter. My grandfather, who worked alongside me, was always teaching me more and more about the trade. After 2 years of learning how to be a professional painter and gaining the skills to perform as such, I asked my boss for a promotion. He quickly responded NO, saying he had enough painters, and only needed laborers at that time. Eager to make more money and knowing that I hit my limit there, I left the company. I bounced between two more companies over the next 2-3 years, hoping to find a good fit and addition to the team but to no avail. The last company I worked for was less than exceptional. I wasn't happy there and I became tired of being underappreciated. So, I decided to quit. It was the best choice I'd ever make. I started back at my dead end job part-time, and was doing painting on the side. Slowly, I built up a reputation, going from painting for family to friends of family. I know that even though my grandfather is no longer with us, He would be proud of me! Its all thanks to him!