My adopted dad (just a great father figure and friend, not really related, you know), Jerry, recently popped in to return some stuff he had borrowed. He has been holding on to this beautiful gibson epiphone electric guitar for about 25 years or more. It was his baby and he cherished it more than my life, I think. Well, he comes in carrying it and a guitar amp. I never thought for a second it was a gift, but son-uva- . . . he says, "here ye go son".
I was speechless. When I said, "dad, I'm not taking your guitar! I don't deserve this . . .", he cut me off and said, "no, my [natural born] son doesn't deserve it. Hell, he can't even play it. At least you'll get some good use out of it."
I was speechless again. I just shut up an accepted it graciously from that point on, but I have to say that this was best gift I have ever received from anyone just based on the sheer unexpectedness of it. Now I know how a member of the memphis mafia felt when Elvis gave him a Caddie.
Corvin