We asked him if that was his brother. "Yes," was the reply, and "He goes off to Iraq in 2 days, with the Army."
Crap! I thought. I bet this guy doesn't even have a good knife. He really needs one like my Dumpster Mutt. I was carrying my razor-sharp convex-edged Mutt in an Okuden sheath under my shirt tail. I asked. He didn't have a good knife. Probably didn't even occur to him that he needed one. Crap! I had better give him mine! I just had a STRONG gut feeling that he NEEDED my knife!
I gave it up.
I don't approve of the war but your gesture has impressed me. You gave something that you obviously liked very much up to a stranger who might need it more than you. I tip my hat, gestures like that proof that the human spirit is well and alive. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/thumbup.gif" alt="" />
roger
