Looking for the Passion

One day, I luckily came by a friend whose father was a mechanic for many years. He introduced me to the owner and we became very good friends. Laboring in this field was very tough; sometime you have to work in the coldest weather and sometime you have to operate in the blistering summer days. I really liked this occupation and wanted to learn more about it through an institution. But unluckily for me the school tuition price was astounding. They said, "It would cost about thirty thousand dollar for one year of lessons." I was scared and afraid of the prices and backed off. I didn't know what to do next because if I don't have a certificate in this occupation, it would be very difficult to proceed with my employment. .
             When I was eighteen, I turned to my uncle for help. He asked me to work with him in a supplying company, which does deliveries for restaurants. I enjoyed this job a lot, waking up early in the morning and inhaling the freshness of the morning flora. I appreciated the sunrise of every morning in this particular time. We enjoyed coffee and every gasper of the moment before the hard labor begins. This job really required a lot of laboring and intends conscious of traffic in the area. I enjoy every minute of it, like working out in a gym. I lifted a lot of heavy items, but the worst was sugar. It can weigh around one hundred or more pounds, sometimes I have to carry it up the stairs, which was an unfavorable task. For me it was a really good gig, just that it only paid me cash and with no benefits. I worked for a year or so, and realized I could not continue like this anymore because it gave me no record for employment. I was very sad and confused by this fact and I hoped to find a better opportunity that pays me on the books. I did learn to drive a van and map calculation to benefit me for my adult years. .
             I wandered around the neighborhood, like a lost soul and did not know which direction to go.