Herry could answer the question fairly easily. He wasn't a complicated guy, not really keen on university educations and degrees and some high flying job. He was someone who didn't need a lot to be content. School had never been his forte, but he'd never worried about it.
His first thought had been to return to the land and farm it. After all, that was his upbringing. It was what he knew and loved. At the same time, Herry did love physical work, work with his hands. He loved wood work, had a knack for shaping the smooth medium into things.
His mind was clearest in his time spent with the scent of sawdust engulfing him. Back on the farm, he'd often made various furniture items, for relatives or friends. His father had helped him get into it, although Herry had a much greater interest than his father.
Herry had also considered other paths too, of course. He enjoyed time spent working out at the gym, and often times would help people out with lifting technique or getting the appropriate weights. These days, whenever he saw some guy swinging his arm violently to generate momentum for the bicep curls, it was common practice to give him a hand.
Herry might have been tough, but everyone knew him to be a softy at heart, and he was gracious in offering help. So Herry's second option was actually to become a personal trainer or sports coach of some sort. He enjoyed the simple sweaty work of the gym and it's calm, infectious atmosphere of hard work, and he loved helping people out.
Again, Herry planned most on the woodwork route. Shaping furniture, carving ornaments, polishing wood: Herry's strength helped when it came to woodwork. Wood was tough enough that it felt soft, but not fragile, to his super human strength.
