Nh Replacement Windows
When I was a child, things were very different for us. Not only we lacked cellphones and computers, but we also had to help both in the house and at whatever trade our father worked at.
In my case, after school, I had to spend a few hours at my dad’s shop, which was called NH Replacement Windows, after New Hampshire, the state where I grew up. I also had to show up on Saturdays
I remember I hated going to NH Replacement Windows. I wished I could go with my friends and play baseball or walk along the river. It was specially hard on Saturdays, because I wished I could wake up late. Instead, I had to wake up early and go to work.
My father was rather strict with me. He would scold me in front of the few employees he had if I made a mistake and made sure I repeated the process several times in the right way. He told me he didn’t want me to grow up to be a pampered boy, and that it would be unfair to the other employees if he treated me better just because I was his son. At the time I felt that he treated me harsher than the way he treated the other employees. It wasn’t until I grew up to be a young teen that I realized that he gave me smaller workloads, as I wouldn’t have been able to do the workloads the adult employees at NH Replacement Windows did.
With time, the image of my experience at NH Replacement Windows began to change. I don’t remember exactly how old I was when it happened, but my dad began to pay me a salary. It wasn’t a real salary, of course, but I felt really exited. I spent my first salaries very fast and I began to look forward to going to NH Replacement Windows. I still could only go play on Sundays, but I felt proud because I always had more money than my friends did.
One day, while I was sewing some wood at NH Replacement Windows, my dad came to me and he told me that he had some news for me. He told me he noticed that I saved nothing of my salary, and so he would discount 25% of it and keep it, and he’d give it back to me every 6 months. It was the last life lesson he though me before I left two year later to a College in Chicago.
My dad got sick years later and they sold NH Replacement Windows in order to have enough to take care of him in his lasts days.
Both NH Replacement Windows and my are gone now, but now I understand the lessons I got from them. From my experience there, I learned the value of money, working hard, and saving for the future, and for that, I thank my dad.