I know a lot of people in construction. My father was a construction worker when I was growing up, and I remember sometimes going to the job site and watching him work — putting in windows, building doors, setting up walls for extra bedrooms. I was always so fascinated that something beautiful can be created out of nothing — or practically nothing. When I was 10, I was very interested in apprenticeships and how I can become my father’s apprenticeship. I thought it would be so neat being on the job site, big and strong. Heh. Well, now if I ever wanted to pursue that brief childhood dream of mine, I can at least get some training information from cskills.org on construction work. I have a lot of respect for people in that field: they have to know what they’re doing, but they’re also doing something that is pretty high risk and unsafe. All to build homes for people to live in, and businesses for people to work in.