During a brutally cold winter I made a quilt for a child at the school where I was the nurse. I made it to his specifications with regard to pattern, color, etc. He professed to love it. A few weeks later, he told me he was cold but he had given the quilt away. I was so upset and I must admit I was a little rude. I explained to him that I was sad that he did not like my gift. However, in all his patience, he explained to me that he is not always cold, but his grandmother always has cold feet. So he gave her the quilt to keep her warm. After I hugged him with tears in my eyes, I told him how much of a wonderful lesson I had just learned.
He was a much better person than I and I will appreciate his lesson in giving forever. To this day, I remember him and wish him the best always.