I forgot the critical, comical details of the buddy noticing how much of my shop work is for the shop - over the course of a year or two I gave him a lot of tools, to get him going (the addicted like to share their addition, no?). Things like a sidewinder circular saw, my old Redwing buffer (no longer needed when I got the floor model with a fan and filter, electric sharpeners for shop tools and on and on.
Add to that, I connected him with another buddy's, kid who dropped by my shop regularly to play. He developed brain cancer [RIP, Sven] and asked if Rob would be interested in the new lathe he'd bought (he'd just paid five for it). And there was the HF band saw. So in the end, he had a wood shop.
As my buddy put it, he'd get back home, sort through the latest goodies box, and wonder what he was going to with this, with that. . . . Then, a year later, he'd say, damn, the _________ saved my butt when I was. . . . AND, he was spending a lot of time organizing his shop to fit the toys in and put them where he could find them.