Those that know me know that I got my start in the lovely trade while working at a local 19th Century living history museum. Since I started, the museum has dropped the whole "living history" bit... kind of. More like "living history light" (now with fewer calories!). Basically the education team still dresses up but other than that everything is from a modern perspective. It has its benefits and drawbacks, but it is approachable and can be a lot of fun.
Well, I left that museum to start pursuing the Cracked Anvil on a full time basis. Can't grow a business without time and I was at the point where I needed to invest a lot of time. Honestly, a hell of a lot more time than I anticipated. Read the Lessons Learned: Going All In for more details on that.
Anyway, what I am saying is that I still go back and help out from time to time when they need me and even though it isn't necessarily my dream job, nor as profitable as my current endeavor luckily happens to be, it is nice to actually work with a team. When it is just you, the forge, and the limits of your skill, it can be a little lonesome if you stop long enough to think about it. You better have a damn good imagination to keep your mind busy, or simply no mind at all, otherwise the work can be a little strenuous. Boo hoo, my life is so hard.
My point is, it is nice to get the opportunity to share something you are passionate about with other people, in person. Today I spoke with somewhere between 150 and 200 kids. Not all of them were blown away by blacksmithing, but some of them absolutely loved it. To see your passion light up another is a great feeling. Granted, these are kids and it is unlikely they will ever do a job that gets their hands dirty, but you never know. If nothing else, it starts putting things in perspective for people. Some things are hard and demanding and we come from a long line of people willing to endure hardships we can barely imagine in this day and age. We can take some level of pride in those that did the dirty jobs that built our society one drop of sweat and blood at a time.
Truly, some of these kids start to realize that. History isn't sword fights and valiant men and women. It is filth and loss and struggle. So be thankful for what you have, and for what you no longer have to do to get it. A few kids today just started thinking like that. Job well done.