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I had a huge panic attack yesterday night when I thought I had lost my Gen 1 XM-18. I reached for it and it was not in my knife pocket! My reaction was immediate and visceral. My stomach clenched, my heart rate jumped up and I started searching my brain for the last time I had used it. Yesterday was a very busy and active day: I took my kids to the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry, sat upside down in a replica of the Apollo Space Capsule, sat reclined in the planetarium, then off to the mall for some kid's shoes, then home where I took a nap on the couch, then to the theater to watch Skyfall. I could have lost it anywhere but how the heck could it fall out of my pocket without me noticing? If it's not in my pocket then it's on my nightstand with my other knives so I checked there. Nope. I checked my office in case I left it by my computer. Nope. I had this sinking feeling that I'd have to start calling around to find it but that would be useless... I figured a non-knife person, finding a pocket knife would not understand the value of it and would just pocket it. My wife saw that I was frantically searching and asked what I was looking for. I told her that I thought I might have lost my pocket knife but she didn't recall seeing it anywhere.
Just then I realized that I had played tennis in the morning and had literally jumped out of bed because I was wakened by my friend knocking on the door! So I realized that I would not have taken it off the night stand and taken it to tennis with me (it gets in the way when I'm running in shorts) and that perhaps I had neglected to put it in my knife pocket when I changed my clothes since I was rushing around after tennis to take the kids to the museum. So I went back upstairs and did a more thorough search. My heart was in my throat as I searched around the night stand and under some socks and books that my wife had dumped on my nightstand. Nothing! Then I checked under the bed and there it was... it had fallen off the nightstand and was sitting on the carpet under my bed.... HUGE RELIEF....
Just then I realized that I had played tennis in the morning and had literally jumped out of bed because I was wakened by my friend knocking on the door! So I realized that I would not have taken it off the night stand and taken it to tennis with me (it gets in the way when I'm running in shorts) and that perhaps I had neglected to put it in my knife pocket when I changed my clothes since I was rushing around after tennis to take the kids to the museum. So I went back upstairs and did a more thorough search. My heart was in my throat as I searched around the night stand and under some socks and books that my wife had dumped on my nightstand. Nothing! Then I checked under the bed and there it was... it had fallen off the nightstand and was sitting on the carpet under my bed.... HUGE RELIEF....