
When my son David was little, I'd take him along to deliver meals-on-wheels. The recipients were always glad to see him; he was the highlight of their day. One year, we were in Texas and he helped my sister deliver food to homeless people and when we got back home there was a package for David in the mail. One of the homeless guys had given my sister a big plastic car to give to David as a thank you. It probably came out of a dumpster or the Goodwill, but it meant a lot to Dave and I think we still have it somewhere as a reminder that both the giver and the receiver profit from the experience. Warm fuzzys all around!
