I had been an HVAC technician for nearly ten years when my boss asked me if I would do him a favor. He said I was one of his strongest HVAC technicians and he wanted me to go to the local college and teach a class for him. He was supposed to be one of the instructors for the new HVAC technician and certification classes. I didn’t think I was qualified to be an instructor, but he insisted. He gave me all of the tools I needed for the class and told me to read over the syllabus. I was nervous, but I was sure I could do it since I wasn’t going to be alone. I sat in the front of the classroom on the first day of class; watching the new students arriving. I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, walk into the classroom. I couldn’t believe she was going to be in my class? I was worried I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. I also couldn’t figure out why she would want to be a HVAC technician. As she approached, I swallowed, hoping not to act like a teenage boy. She walked right up to me and introduced herself. I didn’t hear half of what she said. I knew she had asked if I was the assistant class instructor. I nodded and told her my name. Then she told me she was glad to be working with me. I didn’t understand what she was saying until she removed her jacket. She was wearing an HVAC uniform just like mine. She was the daughter of my HVAC company’s owner, and she worked in another area of town.