My second son went home one day with a Tupperware of banana cupcakes. He handed the plastic container to me. “I already ate some, and these are for you,” he told me.
“Where did these came from,” was my question. He relayed to me his classmate’s mother baked them for him.
Then I smiled and thanked my son for sharing the banana cupcakes. But more than the food, I hope my son appreciated the lesson behind the banana cupcakes. It would surely make him the most compassionate man.
Let me tell you the story before that banana cupcakes narrative.