A man called me a few days ago to tell me that his grandson had stolen something from the display table I had set up at an event. Then he asked me for a favor. I granted the favor. Yesterday on my day off I dressed in my cowboy outfit (including a six-gun) and made the 30-minute drive to my young pardner's house. I spoke briefly to him, his siblings, and their parents about stealing and forgiveness from a Biblical perspective. He returned the stolen item and asked for my forgiveness. I forgave him, we hugged, and I left. Some things just aren't about money.