After a while everything gets old, worn out or beyond repair.
This weekend my son asked me, “Dad, why did you throw away your drill?”
Now I love to tinker and build things. And I love using my drill. It’s got over 20 years of paint stains, scratches and dents – each reminding me of a project.
But a couple weeks ago the motor went out. It died just as I was driving the last screw on a dollhouse I was putting together for my girls. A few turns with a screwdriver and the screw was set.
But there I stood pushing the trigger over and over again. I fiddled with batteries, even banged it a few times on the workbench. But it was dead.