I'm OCD about a lot of things and my multi drawer Craftsman toolbox is certainly among them. I learned the hard way an 'open door' policy is not a good thing here.
Unlike some of the brethren on here, I do not make a living with my goodly assortment of wrenches, sockets, and screwdrivers. But formerly I took the Craftsman in to work, as someone's forever needing to assemble something or tighten something. Fact of life: If folks return stuff (big IF), people are not going to put it back like they found it - see OCD above.
That said, I'm glad to say there's a man or two in my world with whom I trust my very life. They could ask to borrow my tool box and it's theirs, no question (if they can lift it..... sucker's heavy!) I can assume everything'll come back with no less care than they give their own tools.
So it's about more than 3/8 drive sockets or chuck keys: my tools are a metaphor for a bond and trust I have for select men in my life. I thank God for them. I covet that kind of enrichment for every man.
"God can meet you as far as you can go. There is a Jewish story of a man who wrote to his father saying that he could not make it all the way to him. His father replied that the son should go as far as he could, and his father would meet him there."
"Actually, before Tony Wolf and I diverted ourselves about the word "Bohemian", what you are describing is a sort of gentlemen's (or not quite gentlemen) club. a social gathering group for people with a common set of interests.…"
"Physically I feel a lot better having ,finally found the courage to come out of the closet to people. First night on AofM I outed myself in my status, and I am glad I finally outed myself to my best friend and my high school classmates"