On Gifts

I think that people don't always realize the significance of little gifts. When I went to Canada to visit my relatives for the first time, one of my cousins gave me a book. It was just a small, pocket sized book about what it's like to own a dog. I ended up reading that little book over and over again, to the point that I can still clearly remember what the stories in it were about. I ended up losing that book sometime between San Diego and Vallejo but I will never forget my first trip to Montreal because of it.

Same thing with the folded up $5 from Canada. My other cousin gave me a $5 bill that was folded up into a shirt. I last visited in 2003 and it's almost 2010. I've kept that folded up bill with me for nearly seven years now. It somehow managed to survive being stolen and put through the wash. I never forgot who gave it to me and I always think about my time in Canada whenever I see it.