At the end of elementary school, each of us got a "recommendation for future career". Mine mentioned - among other things - that I am "not very good at manual labor", probably because I got a nasty scar on my forehead when creating wooden art item using the soldering iron, among other things.
Now, quarter a century later, I proved my teachers wrong. I bought a large pile of wood and screws and assembled my furniture. Ikea furniture. Yes, all that was inside of those boxes. I have blisters but I feel proud of myself. I am Jack's content heart.