MY WIFE WAS ASHAMED OF MY JOB—BUT THEN LIFE TAUGHT HER A LESSON
I knew I was cutting it close. Work ran late—another last-minute repair—but I had promised my kids I’d be at their school gathering. So I rushed straight there, still in my grease-stained uniform, hands rough, smelling like motor oil. The second I walked in, I felt the stares. Other dads in crisp button-downs, moms in…