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My Tools

I’ve never been much of a tools guy. While other men may enjoy collecting tools, the only thing my tools collect is dust. Yep, not much of a handyman, if you know what I mean. If I had it my way, I’d sit on my rump and enjoy the summer sun while I hire someone to look after everything that needs fixing around the house. Actually, that’s not too far from the truth.

My Tools
My Tools

For this Freedom Friday post, I’ll be talking about my tools—what I do with them, and what I think I ought to do with them.

Let me start by saying, I have a lot of tools. I’m going to qualify that statement. I have a lot of tools I didn’t purchase on my own. What’s more? I have a lot of tools my wife purchased for me. There’s a hint in there somewhere.

It all started a few months before my wife and I got married. One day she noticed I didn’t have that many tools and decided to do something about it. Well, I didn’t have that many tools because I didn’t like working with my hands. Anyway, let’s keep on topic. One Saturday evening, I popped over to her basement apartment for a movie night. At the time, Star Trek: The Next Generation was one of our favorite shows and we agreed that she’d tape the week’s episode and we’d watch it on the weekend when we got together. There was a period when we could only see each other on weekends since she lived on one side of the city and I lived on the other.

Although Toronto wasn’t as big as it is today, travelling back and forth in a beat up Honda made the one-hour trip interesting. I once broke down on the highway and had to call for a tow from a gas station ten minutes away. Let me say this, ten minutes is nothing to walk. But when it’s cold, with no cellphones available at the time, and you’re heading up a rural pass in the middle of the night—I’ll admit—it got kinda creepy.

Anyway, back to the story. When we finally settled into a cuddle, she remembered she had something to give me. We did that all the time and we still do. Sometimes we don’t give each other gifts during those mandatory days of giving—Father’s Day, Mother’s Day, birthdays, etc.—but we’ll surprise each other with gifts throughout the year for no apparent reason other than to show our affection for one another. Besides, gifts mean more that way when we don’t have to give the gift out of obligation. All right, ‘nough said about that. Where was I? Right, her gift. She gave me a gift and it was heavy. I didn’t have a clue as to what it could have been. All I knew was she’d always given me things that I needed or wanted. Much like today.

I unwrapped the present, and there in front of me was a screwdriver tool set with a variety of bits and ratchet heads. Believe me, when I first saw it, I wasn’t sure why she would have given it to me, considering I wasn’t a tool guy. Let me tell you. That gift was a stroke of genius. I still have it in its original case.

Since she gave it to me, I’ve hung pictures, taken apart phones, computers, built shelving, put up curtains, built desks, cupboards, tables, chairs, wired cable and more. Do I sound like one of those $19.99 TV commercials?

Adding to my collection, she’s given me a hammer, pliers, drill bits, a drill, of course, measuring tapes, more screwdrivers, a few bottles of crazy glue and garden equipment.

Like I said, if it were up to me I’d sit on my rump and hire people to do the jobs around the house. But I’ve grown. I’ve changed. I’ve gone on to build two basements with my tools—very different from doing nothing around the house.

And it all started with a toolset my wife gave me.

It’s true. Sometimes starting small does bring big things in life.


What’s your favorite tool? Are you a collector or handy-person?


Jack Flacco is an author and the founder of Looking to God Ministries, an organization dedicated to spreading the Word of God through outreach programs, literature and preaching.

11 thoughts on “My Tools

  1. My brother-in-law has learned many of his handy skills via YouTube. My sister and I grew up helping Dad around the house. Being able to just fix something is a great skill.

  2. LOL! I love this post, very nice. My husband has a huge collection of tools and I’ve bought him very little. Some of them do collect dust. Meanwhile, I have a butter knife and a rock that I use for home repairs. Heaven forbid I ever touch one of his screw drivers, it would then be tainted for life. I try to be understanding, I mean if the man asked to borrow some of my make up or something, I’d probably respond the same way, with distress and confusion.

    1. I can say, with a measure of honesty, my wife can borrow my tools any day. I’d rather have the cutlery in one piece than my hammer or pair of pliers broken–if that’s possible!

  3. I gave my husband a similar gift when we were first married along with many others over the years, but I can’t say he has been as industrious!! When push comes to shove, he will use the tools at times because he hates spending money more than he hates fixing things so they have been used a few times. 🙂

  4. Good on you Jack! My Dad got me into tools and using my hands. Very rewarding it has been too. Saved thousands and my better half likes the smell of me after I’ve been cutting wood – probably makes me smell like a real man. Off that topic quickly, I think it’s a great advantage to be able to do ‘stuff’, although that old Honda was probably one of the last cars you might have been able to work on with ordinary tools. Nowadays you lift up the bonnet (hood) to find your engine is concealed by a large hardened plastic cover designed to make you back off from peering underneath. Black box technology makes you spend. I’m buying an old Land Rover with a distributor cap and points – give me back some control!

  5. So from a set of screwdrivers you went on to build two basements. Had she given you a set of power tools you’d be sitting in your own skyscraper with your name on the roof. Do they call that the ‘butterfly effect?’

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