I thought I'd share this story about the knife I gave my dad last Christmas. Dad has carried a Victorinox Ambassador for as long as I can remember, so when he lost his old one, I decided to give him a new one engraved with his name. It wasn't much money, but I was surprised at how really appreciative he was. Then last summer he was devastated when he realized he had lost it while trout fishing in the Rocky Mountains in Alberta Canada, where he & mom spend the summer.
A few days later, he stopped in at the local fly shop and they told him someone had turned in his knife after finding it along the stream bank - what are the odds of that? Man, he was almost in tears when he called me to tell me he had his knife back. That $20 knife now might just be the most meaningful gift I've ever given anyone. It's funny how oftentimes a knife can create such a strong emotional attachment well beyond its actual value.
A few days later, he stopped in at the local fly shop and they told him someone had turned in his knife after finding it along the stream bank - what are the odds of that? Man, he was almost in tears when he called me to tell me he had his knife back. That $20 knife now might just be the most meaningful gift I've ever given anyone. It's funny how oftentimes a knife can create such a strong emotional attachment well beyond its actual value.
