It’s 2014. Twenty-fourteen, and people still look at me like I have a tomato growing out of my cheek when I say ” I want to be a mechanic.”. Whoops, sorry I don’t act like the females of today, following the herd, I like getting my nails dirty I like to come home physically tired from a truly hard day of work. I want to love my living, I want to go to work with a smile because I love what I do. I want to teach my son the same. I want to keep the values of yesterday that so many people have forgotten. People nowadays want things done for them, they want to pay the lowest price for the highest quality, and I understand why, but no one truly loves the feel of honest, blood, sweat and tears kind of hard work. Really, I’m not sure how I could change the world, maybe I never will, but I know for sure that I can, and will change my little world. My four year old may not have the most traditional life, but maybe that’s a good thing, open his eyes, make him see the world in a different way from all these little video game playing, allergic to everything children running around these days. Maybe, he will change the world, and I will have played a small role. Shoot, even if I don’t win, which I know I wont, at least someone will have read this and realized there is good out there, people do want to work and prove themselves.