A beloved friend gave me a painting that I did not like very much but I put it in my sewing room on a back wall. Then promptly forgot about it. One day she came to visit and went into my sewing room and saw that the painting was in there and started to cry. When I asked her why she was crying she said that she had gone to another friend's house and seen a painting she had gifted in a "Goodwill" box in their garage. She said her feelings had been so hurt. After that, I found that I really liked that painting a little better than I thought and was really glad that I had hung it up. I see it every day and think of her.