I was given a gift recently.
When I looked at it I tried to determine what was in it.
I looked at the shape of the packaging, the color of the concealing paper, and I shook it ever so slightly.
I waited just long enough to create a healthy tension and then, released it by tearing the wrapping paper off.
I looked at the box...
I really liked what it was- a great gift, indeed!
Though on the package, I thought I read something that said I could get a certain type of use out of this particular product.
The company did not advertise falsely, it was a misunderstanding on my part. I could have just been assuming this item would perform in the way I envisioned it out of some sort of projection of my needs.
I opened the cardboard flaps and took the object out.
I admired it and started to get to know it as I began to apply it to my life.
Suddenly, I became very shocked to find out that this new present did not perform in the way I unrealistically expected it to.
So I put it back in the box and walked to the store.
When I got there I asked the manager to exchange it for me and he asked me for a receipt.
I looked in my pocket and realized that I did not have a receipt because it was a gift.
I think that everyone you meet is a gift from God.
And you either know this or you don't.
It's an anonymous gift if you don't know who it is giving all of this to you.
Gifts from the store of life.
But you can't return them.
You can appreciate them or re-gift them.
Neglect them...Throw them away.
And I am the jerk for even considering exchanging items.
