About 20 years ago I was in Guatemala for a week working at an orphanage. We went into town, Antigua, one day to buy some souvenirs and eat. I bought a small handmade change purse to give to a girl named Gladys who was sort of transitioning from living at the orphanage since she was 7, to working as a social worker on staff of the orphanage. On the last night we were there she handed me a big sack full of nice things she had bought for me and every member of my family. I can't put into words how humbling it was to reach in my pocket and pull out the dinky little change purse to hand to her. When I told one of the missionaries there the story he smiled and said, "Kind of like having your feet washed by Jesus, huh?" I'll never forget it.