I work a relatively normal white-collar job post-college and I hate it, currently looking into options to get into welding and fabrication take some courses, etc.

My father runs a small construction business on the side and occasionally asks for me to help the labourers maybe do some light fabrication work so I can get the hang of it.

Came home last night and noticed my hands were scrapped bruised and hard to clench, still rough at things and need more practice with safety. Looked at my father's hands that were even rougher through decades of working and providing for his family only to have all his money stolen and taken away from my mother. This included my inheritance of around a 50 k USD

Just a short reminder brothers bruise your knuckles for yourself and the men that matter in your life.