Besides the heat, cold and mud I wasn’t too convinced that I could do this work into my old age. It was not as physical as roofing work, but as I thought about the wear and tear it didn’t seem plausible that I could do this as an older man. I realized I would not be pulling wire forever. The reason I did it as long as I did was because Ron had seniority over me and it was a two-man shop. If we had a third person or grew to two trucks there was a possibility I would have been the lead guy on one of the trucks. I did go with Ron to CPCC (Central Piedmont Community College) to take some Journeyman classes. He wanted his Journeyman card and I thought it would be a good thing for me to get mine so I went with him. I didn’t finish because I quit. I’m not sure if he ever finished his classes and got his card.
The final reason I got to thinking I might need to find something else was because of the danger of electrical work. I respected it immensely. I did not play around with wiring. I knew it could hurt you, could kill you. One time I was doing some work in the top of a dental office in Monroe. I thought the power was off, but it was not. I cut into a hot wire with my side-cutters. We didn’t use plastic or rubber grips on our pliars because they got in the way. We preferred the naked pliars because you could get a better feel for the wire. Wiring required a certain amount of finesse and you wanted to be as close to it as possible. Anyway I cut into this wire and it shocked me. I couldn’t let go of the pliars and I finally slung them across the attic of the dental office. I went and found them afterwards in the insulation. The pliars had a nick in them. My pliars had several nicks in them. You could hold them up to the light and see the holes in the cutting area. I didn’t cut into something hot a lot, but it was enough to bring a reasonable amount of fear to my soul.
I finally said that I didn’t want to work with something that I couldn’t see. I didn’t know about the Holy Spirit at the time. It is sort of humorous now, but at the time it was dangerous to me to work in the electrical field. I told Chuck I was going to quit and he offered me a raise. I was doing a good job. I was one of the best workers he ever had. I didn’t complain a lot. Not because of personal maturity. It was due to fear. I also learned very quick and could think on my feet. I could think through things, plan ahead, thing peripherally and was lightning fast at the job. I was also smart. The smart thing was never explored in school. My teachers and my attitude kept me away from fully applying myself. I gave up on school in middle grade and it all hit the fan by the tenth grade. It was a bust. But in the work world I knew how to shine and Chuck knew it as well. However, he couldn’t control his anger and there were too many things on the table to cause me to leave. However, from a practical perspective it was probably the best job I ever had. It was brutal, but Chuck taught me more in the arena of the handy man than anyone.