* Warning, long and boring story to follow
Growing up, my favorite uncle gave me a knife or multi-tool every few years. This would be late 80's, early 90's. He was a Gerber German Steel guy. They came in so incredibly handy many, many times.
At eleven, I headed out one Saturday morning to the Laguna in my little Sunfish sailboat. My parents were in the Gulf scuba diving, and wouldn't be home until 10 pm.
As boys do, I went way out of my agreed boundaries, like fifteen miles up the ship channel.
Wind picked up fast and crazy, sail filled with 50mph wind, I wasn't strong enough to move it at all. Tried turning into the wind, sail swapped, came across so hard it split my wig, sent me straight to sleep. Sail filled right back up again. Boat beached on one of hundreds of tiny spoil islands. Moving so fast it sailed ten feet onto the sand. When I arrived back from dream land, boat was completely beached, sail full, rigging was jammed up in the pulleys. My very best chance at a rescue was the next morning, no way they would find me there at night. Terrifying...
After a couple hours of trying everything I could think of, it hit me. Gerber in the gear bag. Thank you Uncle Ronnie. Took the pulley apart with a screwdriver, got the knot out with the pliers, tied it further back for some breathing room. Sliced the sail in a few strategic spots, which relieved enough force to let me jockey the boat around and get back in business. More happened but you get the point, I made it home. Absolutely couldn't have done it without the tool.
So knives are my very favorite things to gift, always have been since hitting gift giving age. I'd given thousands of dollars of really nice knives away to friends and family for decades, but only had cheap ones myself. My brother, whom is the biggest beneficiary of gifted knives, gave me a Spyderco Chaparral. After edc'ing it for a few years, I gave me permission to spoil myself to the brink of lunacy. lol