Eight-year-old Tommy yelled “Bang, bang.” at the T.V. as he shot another bad guy in his videogame.
“Tommy,” Tommy glanced up when he heard his mother’s voice, “Your Dad asked if you could help him put up the new Manchester shutters.”
“Yeah, sure, just let me save the galaxy first,” Tommy’s gaze went back to his game.
“I think the galaxy can wait for you to save it,” his mom bent down and took the controller from her son’s hands, and added, “Get out there mister.”
Tommy pulled himself from the floor and marched toward the door.
“Hey, Dad. You still need me?” He yelled out the screen window of the door.
“Yep, I still do,” Tommy’s father called back.
“Well, can you just wait ten minutes?”
“This has to be done now,” his dad answered him with a smile.
Pulling the door open, Tommy angrily marched out, letting it slam shut behind him.
“Would you hold the bolts?” Tommy held out his hand as his father handed him two bolts. His father quietly sent a bolt into the desired place. “Did you know I use to help my dad with things like this?” Tommy’s father asked his son, and then went on to answer his own question. “Yep, I sure did.”
After a few minutes of talking, Tommy actually decided this might be more fun than his video games.
Tommy is now nineteen-years-old and he works full-time in carpentry. He has dreams of starting his own company someday. This all started eleven years ago as a little boy helped his father work around their home.