I try!
Tools stolen…
My fault actually. We have a weak lock on the Volga and I got careless and did not bring in the tool boxes. I left them in the car and when you have millions upon millions of people walking around daily. Someone is a bad apple and they will do bad things. They jimmied the lock on our car and took two tool boxes in broad daylight. We went to the store and when I came back, the tools were gone. Nothing else, just the fastest thing to grab and run with…
Years of tool collection gone. Has happened to me many times in America and has happened to me twice in Russia now. Carelessness gets you every time. But it is just material items and that is that. Most likely a druggy needing a quick sell, for a fix…
But I had to buy basic tools to not get stranded on the road in emergencies. That hurt the budget and it is funny how things work out. The budget was broke, zilch, no money to spare and someone sent a donation. They did not specify what to use it for and without tools, most of my work in the village would cease to be done…
The donation was more than enough to cover the stolen tools and then I smiled, for it seems that God does things in ways to make all okay. Even stolen tools. I want to thank the person who just sent a nice donation and let them know that without that donation, I would be driving to the village 500 kilometers away and winging it on a prayer, until I could squeeze it out of the budget, to replace the tools. An old Volga needs tinkering done to make it run its best and I was in trouble…
Thank you…
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This Thursday, we go to the village. Sveta is getting time off and Boza had his shots against bad things of life, like rabies and such. The tools being stolen hurt, but then after some thinking and realizations, I realized something…
Life is as full as you make it…
I thought about how pathetic of a person, who would steal our tools. Then I realized that they are just material items and can be replaced. They have been and I will be better off for the lesson of life. Then I thought about that sad individual or individuals, who stole the tools in broad daylight. Anger jumped first, grouchiness jumped next and then something else sprang up in my head…
I guess they needed the tools more than I did. I am glad they have them and hope they use them instead of selling for drug money. Then sadness and anger turned to something strange inside of me…
For some reason I started to think. Sometimes things happen that make you think and that makes you realize how lucky you are…
Tools to me are personal and extremely important. Why is that?
I stopped and realized something! It dawned on me that tools have been in my life since I was a little kid and ever since…
I can drive a bulldozer, I drive cars, I have flown a jet, I trained but never got a license in a Cessna. I have; driven road graders, Tanks, tractor trailers rigs, tractors, plowed fields, dug ditches, cleared forests, driven log trucks, put out forest fires, owned several Harley’s, raced cars and a million other things. I have a degree in Biology, worked in labs, helped in chemical labs, built computers; worked during a time with no calculators, thus I used a, slide rules, compass, abacus, a sextant, magnetic compass, protractors and what seems to be a hundred other things. I have train and specialized in many forms of weapons, vehicles and tons of other stuff all over the world…
Everything is either a tool or needs tools to fix it with and everything breaks down at some point. Or simply breaks and you have to build your own as an example; a sextant…
I built car engines, became a master chef, did spread sheets before computers were around to help, rebuilt a International DT466 engine in the middle of thousands of acres when the grain truck broke down, helped to refurbish a F-16 jet engine…
I trained managers, I trained soldiers to kill, I trained people to become service personnel and I used tools to do all aspects of my life…
Therefore, my life has been nothing but tools and more tools. I could go one about what I have done, but it does not matter. I realized that I have done a lot and have most likely more knowledge in my little finger and lost more knowledge over the years than the ones who stole the tools. Just maybe they will actually use them and learn something from using them…
It is just sad that I could not be the one to teach them to use my tools and in that respect make the world a better place…
Want to know something cool?
I still learn, I still use tools and I still want to make a better world. I think all kids should be taught to use basic tools as they are taught new math, new English and what ever. The tools are necessary to get through life and maybe that could be a big future issue, as we ignore the basic tools of life…
WtR