A gift of tin, glass, and wood

I actually could not come up with diddly squat.  I even went to bed still pondering.  Tin?  I am clueless.  So…..I am going to veer off a bit and say a gift of metal.  My own car!  While in Zambia every summer, we have to depend on other folks for transport.  I was not fond of not being able to go when I pleased.

Glass:  Windows letting in the early morning light.

Wood:  The timber my grandparents tended to for so many years in Mississippi turned into my college payment.  The gift of wood turned into my gift of a higher education.



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