Lessons from a Leatherman
Lost… Beaten… Damaged… Scarred…. That is the situation that described the state it was in. It was a warm summer day and I had decided to go out and attempt another fishing excursion. I usually did not travel far and today was no exception. I headed off to one of my more frequented locations. I normally had fair success there and figured that today would be no exception. I enjoyed my time there, soaking up the sun. The success of my fishing however was a let-down. I wandered up and down the shoreline just enjoying being outside when I caught a glint of sunlight off of a foreign object partially buried in the rocks. I walked over and stooped down. Picking it up, I discovered that I had found a Leatherman. Too bad I had not found it sooner I thought. I just purchased a new one not two days ago. This discovered tool showed a lot of wear and tare. The abuse it endured was obvious. I rolled it around in my hand, brushing the dirt and grime from it. I noticed on one of the sides that ...