Dad's tools and philosophical point

Just gave away several crates of tools that used to belong to my dad. Have been hoarding them for emotional reasons, but felt ok to get rid of them for a while. The initial plan was to sell them and give the money to the offspring, but that fell through. In the end, I gave them to an overalled rollie-smoking hippie, who's going to use them to start a tool co-op in Easton. A mild wrench, but I think my dad would have approved.

I'm kind of in a frame of mind these days where I think all things happen for the best. The tools didn't sell, but I'm actually happier with the solution that I ended up with. I'm not sure how this stands with my generally atheistic outlook. Pre-destination doesn't really work in my head, so I'm kinding of putting it down to just going with the flow.