Some time ago, a friend of mine punished his
3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold
wrapping paper. Money was tight and he became
infuriated when the small child tried to decorate a
box to put under the tree. Nevertheless, the little
girl brought the gift to her father the next morning
and said "This is for you Daddy." He was embarrassed
by his earlier over-reaction. But his anger flared
again when he found that the box was empty. Then he
yelled at her, "Don't you know that when you give
someone a present, there's supposed to be something
inside of it?" The little girl looked up at him with
tears in her eyes and said, "Oh Daddy, it's not empty.
I blew kisses into the box. All for you Daddy." The
father was crushed. He put his arms around his little
girl and he begged her forgiveness. My friend told me
that he kept that gold box near his bed for years.
Whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an
imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who
had put it there. In a very real sense, each of us
has been given a gold container filled with
unconditional love and kisses. There is no more
precious possessioin anyone could hold.

Author Unknown