I had the great joy the other day of witnessing a good thing happening: a child gave his mother a dandelion.
Then, this even better thing happened. He realized what a good idea it was, and picked a second flower to give her.
Then, the best thing happened: the mother received the flowers exactly the way they were offered – as a gift of love from her son. She could, I suppose, have received them as a couple of weeds he had picked up. But she didn’t.
How much of the value of a gift comes in the spirit in which it is given? How much in the spirit in which it is received?