I remember how dirty my hands were. As a child who didn't appreciate dirty hands, this was different. The soot and oil that had dripped onto my hands were inspiring; they reflected achievement and pride. My father told me that a man with greasy hands has “strong hands” and that motto would stay with me for life. The car would start by installing the new starter motor. However, the significance of this experience went beyond just the fishing trip. All day, I was almost hoping that another problem with the vehicle would emerge so we could work on it together and fix it. That sense of accomplishment was something so precious and I wanted to feel it