That story brought a smile to my face! My son (catcher) had a special glove, a "pudge" he'd gone through the ranks with. When he left for college, he handed it to me and told me to "save" it. That summer, while he re-habbed, he worked a baseball camp, with alot of inner city kids. He called me up one day, asked me to send it to him, it seems he'd decided it would be better to "pay it forward" instead of sticking it in a box somewhere. He said the hug he got was priceless.