Hey folks.
I haven't posted here in a while, and there is a reason for that. Let me tell you my story.
I joined this forum in March 2011. At that time, I had just dropped out of university, was unemployed and living off my parents. I was suffering from severe depression, I took meds daily, went to therapy once a week. That was it. I was living with my girlfriend in a small apartment in the inner city of Berlin. Our relationship was also suffering badly from my illness, which in turn made me even sadder.
Then I found this community, all the nice things you can do with and to those great knives, making sheaths, handle wraps, custom scales, complete makeovers... you name it. A lot to do. It became my obsession, which would have been bad for everyone else, but for me it was freeing, it was liberating me from my depression. I started going out more, to the shop and to the woods, I spent countless hours with those knives. I stayed up whole nights chatting with pople on the Beckerchat or stitching leather pieces to each other.
My girlfriend dumped me in June. By that time I had gotten a lot better, if I hadn't, this would have destroyed me. But I managed to pull through, put in a week long trip to poland where I lived in a teepee camp with a french survival instructor, made some more sheaths, and started an apprenticeship in the metal industry in September.
Since then I haven't looked back. I'm okay now, and I know this mostly thanks to you people. If you hadn't been here I would have probably broken down and just killed myself.
So there you have it, every knife I own is a survival knife to me. And if someone ever asks you "So how bout dem survival knives? Has one of these things ever actually saved someone's life?" - well, now you know at least one.
Thank you all, for everything. Moose, Bladite, DerekH, MWTIC/NixLeather, Guyon, Tdubz, Murphnuge, Oregon FAL'er, Mr. Ethan Becker, and everyone else who makes this place what it is.
I haven't posted here in a while, and there is a reason for that. Let me tell you my story.
I joined this forum in March 2011. At that time, I had just dropped out of university, was unemployed and living off my parents. I was suffering from severe depression, I took meds daily, went to therapy once a week. That was it. I was living with my girlfriend in a small apartment in the inner city of Berlin. Our relationship was also suffering badly from my illness, which in turn made me even sadder.
Then I found this community, all the nice things you can do with and to those great knives, making sheaths, handle wraps, custom scales, complete makeovers... you name it. A lot to do. It became my obsession, which would have been bad for everyone else, but for me it was freeing, it was liberating me from my depression. I started going out more, to the shop and to the woods, I spent countless hours with those knives. I stayed up whole nights chatting with pople on the Beckerchat or stitching leather pieces to each other.
My girlfriend dumped me in June. By that time I had gotten a lot better, if I hadn't, this would have destroyed me. But I managed to pull through, put in a week long trip to poland where I lived in a teepee camp with a french survival instructor, made some more sheaths, and started an apprenticeship in the metal industry in September.
Since then I haven't looked back. I'm okay now, and I know this mostly thanks to you people. If you hadn't been here I would have probably broken down and just killed myself.
So there you have it, every knife I own is a survival knife to me. And if someone ever asks you "So how bout dem survival knives? Has one of these things ever actually saved someone's life?" - well, now you know at least one.
Thank you all, for everything. Moose, Bladite, DerekH, MWTIC/NixLeather, Guyon, Tdubz, Murphnuge, Oregon FAL'er, Mr. Ethan Becker, and everyone else who makes this place what it is.
