A couple of weeks ago, my friend offered to sell some of our things for us. I thought it was a good opportunity tomy 7-year-old son’s room andsome toys that were no longer suitable for him to play with. We that all the money we got from selling the toys would be his money. The night before the, we loaded up the truck with toys and a little bike that was too for him. In the yard hethe bike for the last time and then happily put it onto the truck. This little bike had at least two previous owners as far as we. It wasn’t in the bestand was certainly not new, but the tires weregood. We put a price of $10 on it, but it didn’t sell. So, after the sale was, my friend put it on the sidewalk, with a sign that“FREE BIKE”. Within five minutes her doorbell rang. A little boy wasthere. In poor English he asked whether the bike was free. She said yes and that he could have it for. He smiled, got on the bike and rode away. Later that evening when I told my son how much money he had made at the sale, he was very, shouting happily. He asked about a few of his things, wondering they had been sold. When he asked about the bike, I told him about the little boy and that made him. He was much happier than when I told him how much he had. He was so happy tothat someone else would make good of that little bike!