Perhaps 15 or so years ago, we had a small family living just down the street. A single mother (get your minds out of the gutter) with two young boys ages 9 and 5 and a father that was completely missing. Anyhow, it was just before Halloween when the wife and I saw this young mother at the neighborhood store. When the wife asked her if the boys were getting excited about the upcoming holiday we were told that the eldest of the boys had just gotten the word that he had a rather severe case of diabetes that would require insulin shots and absolutely no candy. The mother said that both of the boys would still be going out for trick or treats, but that the oldest of the boys would be handing over his stash to his younger brother.
Needless to say, it just didn't sound fair. After thinking about this for a couple of days, I went to town and purchased a small tackle box and proceeded to stock it with all kinds of tackle for both bluegills and bass That night when these two boys showed up, I handed him another bag and told him that I thought he should get something that he could enjoy even if it wasn't candy, but he couldn't get into it until he got home later that night.
Well, the next day the doorbell rang and here was this kid with the biggest smile you've ever seen. Candy, Schmandy, he had his very own tackle box! A number of times the next summer he would stop by the house to tell me about his fishing exploits with his granddad, what he'd caught and on what lures. He even shared his fishing tackle with his younger brother. Before summer was over his mom got a job in a new town and they had moved away, and since his grandparents have moved to warmer climates I have seen him in years. Every fall as Halloween gets closer, I think of that night, and I realize I learned a very important lesson.
People say it is better to give than it is to receive. But I think the giver gets just as much when its a smile.