Every person should have a pocket knife. As boy I kept myself entertained and covered in band-aids with the iconic Swiss Army Knives. My parents gave me my first one on Christmas of 1992, I was four at the time. To keep me from cutting one of my digits off, my parents dulled the the blades with a file. Since then I have have accumulated numerous scars and memories with my dozen or so Swiss Army Knives.
There is something oddly liberating about owning a knife that can open a wine bottle, saw off a branch, cut rope, punch holes in leather, and remove a splinter.
Recently, I received a Swiss Army Hiker as a gift. It fits perfectly in the pocket and has the essentials; a long blade, short blade, saw, flat head screwdriver/can opener, Phillips head screwdriver/can opener, leather punch, Phillips head screwdriver and of course the toothpick and tweezers. James Bond would approve.