Not For Sale

“I was traveling in rural Oklahoma when I ran out of gas.  I went to a nearby farmhouse to call a service station, but the farmer insisted on taking me to town, bringing me back, and even staying with me until the car was running again.  I offered him $10.00, but he shook his head.  When I insisted he replied, ‘Look, Mister, I feel very good about helping you.  If I took your money you’d be buying that feeling back from me . . . and it’s not for sale.'”