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Knife Story
Real Men Carry a Pocket Knife
Back in the day all guys carried a pocket knife. Those guys could build things and fix things. If you needed a building you put one up. If the car was broke you took it apart and fixed it. It wasn't remove or replace everything. You figured out what was wrong and replaced or fixed the broken part. You didn't replaced the whole thing. But, it all started with the pocket knife.
I was reminded of this over the weekend during the move. Every time I had a puzzled look on my face about something while trying to figure out what my next step should be, Amy's dad would come over for a look also. First thing he would do is pull out his pocket knife and dig into it. While a pocket knife cant fix everything it can get you started towards telling you what you do need. So, I dug through my tool box and got my own. I kept it in my pocket all weekend. Wouldn't you know I used it. I used it a lot! I cut tape breaking down boxes, I pried covers off, I turned screws, I trimmed little bits of left over tape, I scraped glue residue, I cut the tops off stubborn bags, I pried a little rock from my shoe, and I adjusted a door latch all with my little knife.
Real Men... remember those. Guys like my dad, Amy's dad, my grandpa. Guys who can do anything and know a little something about everything. It is turning into a lost concept... a lost art. I don't know a fraction of what my dad knows and never will. It seems each generation is just a watered down version of their parents. That makes me think, what I have to teach my kids? What will they learn from me? Will I be the pocket knife carrying dad or grandpa? I hope so because real men carry a knife.
Back in the day all guys carried a pocket knife. Those guys could build things and fix things. If you needed a building you put one up. If the car was broke you took it apart and fixed it. It wasn't remove or replace everything. You figured out what was wrong and replaced or fixed the broken part. You didn't replaced the whole thing. But, it all started with the pocket knife.
I was reminded of this over the weekend during the move. Every time I had a puzzled look on my face about something while trying to figure out what my next step should be, Amy's dad would come over for a look also. First thing he would do is pull out his pocket knife and dig into it. While a pocket knife cant fix everything it can get you started towards telling you what you do need. So, I dug through my tool box and got my own. I kept it in my pocket all weekend. Wouldn't you know I used it. I used it a lot! I cut tape breaking down boxes, I pried covers off, I turned screws, I trimmed little bits of left over tape, I scraped glue residue, I cut the tops off stubborn bags, I pried a little rock from my shoe, and I adjusted a door latch all with my little knife.
Real Men... remember those. Guys like my dad, Amy's dad, my grandpa. Guys who can do anything and know a little something about everything. It is turning into a lost concept... a lost art. I don't know a fraction of what my dad knows and never will. It seems each generation is just a watered down version of their parents. That makes me think, what I have to teach my kids? What will they learn from me? Will I be the pocket knife carrying dad or grandpa? I hope so because real men carry a knife.
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