I have been racking my brain, so to speak and I can’t think of a thing materialistic that I have that makes me feel that way. I once wanted an Izod sweater real bad but did not want to spend the money. So my sister-in-law bought it for me. I had worn it only once, but one cold night I had it on when I met a homeless man who said he was cold. I was not going to give him the item I wanted so badly and it was given to me. Then I remembered what my late brother-in-law told me when I was visiting him and I got my shirt wet. As he was giving me a dry shirt he said, “This is my favorite shirt, my sweetheart gave it to me.” So why are you giving it to me? “ A blessing only comes from a sacrifice.” I took the sweater off and gave it to the homeless man. He said, “Bless you.” It made me feel so good that I cried.