Some neighbors of my grandparents gave them a pumpkin pie as a holiday gift. As lovely as the gesture was, it was clear from the first bite that the pie tasted
bad. It was so inedible that my grandmother had to
throw it away.
Ever gracious and tactful, my grandmother still felt
obliged to send the neighbors a note. It read:
"Thank you very much for the pumpkin pie. Something
like that doesn't last very long in our house."
The unthankful heart... discovers no mercies; but let the thankful heart sweep through the day and, as the magnet finds the iron, so it will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings!
~Henry Ward Beecher
