This is kind of a bittersweet post and I am doing some struggling to find the right words.
The generosity that has been showered upon me recently has been overwhelming but this one went above and beyond to the point that I am having difficulty articulating my reaction.
A gentleman named Ron got in touch with me through the blog last week and offered to send me some machinists tools.
Not just any machinist’s tools.
He had a brother who was a machinist who was taken prematurely in a car accident back in 1970 and he has had his tool box and tools ever since.
I guess after reading about my recent birthday and me trying to teach myself the arcane intricasies of machining metal parts, he decided it was time to let some of that stuff go.
I just read another Email he sent me in reply to the one I sent him letting him know that I had received the package he sent me and how grateful I am, knowing how difficult it must have been going through his brothers tools and then very carefully packing some things up and sending them off to a perfect stranger after having them for so long.
He told me that he had been saving them for his son but that his son went into management and would probably never use them. He also figured his Grandson would never use them either so he sent them to me because I will.
Boy howdy will I.
As I was unwrapping these items it kept recurring to me over and over what it must have taken to make these decisions and what memories must have come back to him every time he pulled something out to make the decision of whether or not to keep it.
I’m sure you are all familiar with the saying about it getting dusty in here to avoid showing your true feelings in front of everyone.
Well, let me tell you.
It didn’t just get a little dusty back in the kitchen here a while ago.
It did this.
When I started unpacking the contents of that box the gut check I got was hard to describe.
The Wifely Unit hasn’t seen what was in it yet but just from the sign that Leonard sent me yesterday, on top of the massive generosity at my birthday, she doesn’t know how to make it compute.
She just shakes her head in puzzlement.
I know the feeling though. Amazement writ large.
When I sent the thank you note to Ron, I assured him that I will clean and oil these precious tools up, then put them in my Snap On box to make sure they are well protected and I will pull them out when I need them, clean them up real good and put them right back away.
I will be taking very good care of his brother’s tools.
Because as a 40 year mechanic who has literally spent tens of thousands of dollars on tools over the years, I know full well the intrinsic value of quality tools.
Everyone knows the reputation Snap On has for being the very best.
Well what Snap On is to mechanics everywhere, Starrett is to machinists world wide.
I am just beside myself.
Thank you Ron, they came to a good home and I will take very good care of them.
At this time I would like to thank you all, very sincerely, for stopping in here for more than two seconds, for the wisdom, laughter, banter and most of all, for being the very best that this country has to offer.
You guys rock.
I no more than hit publish to post this when I get an email notification that someone has sent me a donation for $50 through the Paypal link.
Thank you John!
I am saving every penny I get from that for the new compound I need for the Smithy when they come back in stock in May, unless I can find something else sooner.
Like I said, you guys rock.