It all started while driving down an old country road.
This might sound like it's going to be a romantic tale of days gone by. But it isn't.
This is the story of how I found my favorite tool.
I was rolling down the highway when I saw something in the ditch. "Is that a drill?" I thought.
I continued on my way but told myself I would take the same route again soon. If it still was there, I would stop.
I came back. There it was in a ditch: a DeWalt drill. It must have fell out of someone's truck. The battery was dead and it was beginning to sink into the soil, but it was all there. I took it home and nursed it back to health.
The battery needed to be dried out and was dead. I let it dry out and gave it a charge, and it worked good as new.
For Christmas last year, my future in laws gave me a drill bit set to go with it. Since then, I've used it for seemingly everything: hanging shelves in the living room; drilling holes in a wood table project; installing a new motion sensor light in the backyard; or just tightening the average screw. It's my most prized tool-related possession.
Not only is it my favorite tool because of how much I use it, but also because of how I came to own it.
I hope we will spend many fine years together.
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