23/02/2026
Every so often someone asks how I ended up welding. The short phony answer is usually, āI just did.ā
Highly embarrassed of the real story for years. It was a rough chapter in life.
The real answer? It started in a doctorās office that was later raided by the feds.
Years ago, I went into the medical field. Not because it was my calling, but because I was told it was the ārightā path. I enrolled in medical assisting as a steppingstone toward nursing.
And honestly? I loved the clinical side. I loved learning. I loved the pace.
I interned at a fast-moving pain management practice with three locations. It was intense, exhausting, and I was proud to keep up. The doctor mentored me, treated me like I mattered, and they hired me after my internship. For the first time, I felt like Iād built something solid.
But there was a quiet feeling in my gut that wouldnāt go away.
So, I left.
Not long after, the practice was raided. Arrests. Prison. Overprescribing š. Massive insurance fraud. All over the news.
I remember sitting there stunned.
It scared me more than I like to admit. Still does.
After that, I stepped away from the medical field completely and went to farm with my dad. I needed something honest. Something that made sense again.
Farming gave me that. The world has drifted far from its agricultural roots, and I found myself wanting to step back in. Thereās something deeply rewarding about farming. You put in the work, and the results speak for themselves. It's healing for the soul.
In between harvest duties, I started fiddling around with scrap metal and the stick welder. My dad gave me about a five-minute lesson and said, āFigure it out, Iāve got s**t to do.ā š
So, I did.
I ended up making my dad a chair that he still sits in to this day.
That chapter taught me two things:
1. I love learning and mastering a skill.
2. I donāt do well inside broken systems.
Welding doesnāt fake it.
Metal doesnāt lie.
You either have the skills, or you donāt.
It holds or it fails.
No insurance games. No gray areas. No pretending.
Just heat, work, and integrity.
Welding gave me structure when I didnāt have much. And somewhere along the way, it became more than just a skill.
So thatās the real story.
A federal raid is not how most people discover their career path⦠but here we are.
Funny how life forges you when you donāt even realize youāre in the fire.
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Note: I know it says O'Donnell Metal in the watermark, I couldn't figure out how to update it. I'm old when it comes to any sort of tech š