Several years back, DH and I went to the local soup kitchen. We told the lady in charge that we had several quilts to donate through them to people who really needed them. We knew she would know the real needs better than we did. She hung all of the quilts out of reach. A vet who'd left his lower legs in Nam went to her very quietly and asked if the lap quilt with a horse's head had been spoken for. She told him she'd been saving it for him. She told us he'd been a bronc rider and cowboy before he went to Nam, and the head I'd appliqued reminded him of his favorite horse from 'before'. He showed me that the quilt was the perfect size to keep his stumps of thighs warm.