Now that is a good story. Made my day. Thanks so much.

How wonderful that those kids appreciated your gifts so much.

The first quilt I ever made was when my nephew was born. It was red and white, made in the drunkard's path pattern, with red flannel for backing. As he grew it was discovered that he had some mental impairments, probably because he was a breach baby and had lack of oxygen during birth. He just turned 34 this month, but has the mental capacity of about a five year old. However, not long ago his mother told me that he still has that red and white quilt. It's somewhat tattered, but he keeps it stored neatly in a chest. It makes me feel so good to know he has cherished it all his life.

Your gift of time and love was passed on by the kid's mom who told the story of the quilt, the special meaning of a handcrafted item, and who taught them to treasure those things that have meaning. A lesson not often taught in this throwaway world.