Back when I was a boy
An Old Man With a Gift
When I was a youngster, an old man that was staying with my neighbor, Mrs. Matthews,
next door, told me to come up to the fence. I was a little apprehensive when approaching the man. In some ways to me, he was different. But I decided to go up to the fence. I knew I had the fence between me and the man.There he handed me a brand-new baseball glove and a softball.
I couldn’t believe it. I received very few gifts for Christmas and none for my birthday and I didn’t expect a gift from across the fence. I was so excited I could hardly run fast enough into the house to show off my new glove and my new ball.
The glove and the ball were very inexpensive and they did last very long. What has lasted always years, at least 75 years, is the memory of that kind old man who would think to give the poor kid living next door a gift.I still picture that event vividly in my mind.
I know he had to go out of his way to find this gift for me. I knew that he didn’t have a lot of money to spend on the gift. That didn’t matter at all, the cost of the gift. What mattered was his kindness. I hope to see him again in the not too far future. When I find him, I will thank him again.
It’s not the gift itself
You can see that it’s not the gift itself that matters. As they say, it’s the thought behind it that counts.
There are a lot of philanthropists in this world who give billions for the benefit of mankind around our globe. It is easy for them to give because they have so much wealth. It is harder for a poor person to give a gift to another poor person.
Sometimes all we can give is our love. That is often enough.
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