The first knife I received was a Swiss Army Knife. The candy-apple red shell with a multi-tool setup allowed me to tap my inner MacGyver. I recall rushing outside with my newly acquired pocket tool. I whipped behind our Irish Setter Miller’s dog house, where I hunched down to unfold it for the first time. I began with the largest blade, tucking my thumbnail underneath the blade’s notch to open her up. The shiny edge unfolded beautifully and met the glistening sun. I was in awe and entered into the self-proclaimed initiation of manhood. I was wielding my first symbol of manliness. I followed this moment of clarity with my thumb gliding along the razor-thin blade. The blade sliced through my childish finger with ease.
The moments when we learn, sit with us forever. Some moments brand our minds swiftly, while others take time and patience. My Swiss Army Knife made its last impression on me. There are things in this world that must be handled with care. They deserve their diligence. The blade’s edge indicates the delicate truths of the world. In the right hands, it holds life.
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