One day, during lunch at school, a boy approaches you and asks to borrow $2 to buy his lunch. He promises to pay you back tomorrow.
Out of sympathy, you agree.
The next day, you find the boy caught up in a game with his friends. When you finally catch his attention and ask for your money back, he sheepishly admits he doesn’t have it. As always, this is his way.
After a bit of persuasion, he hands you a single dollar, promising to return the rest tomorrow. Then, without hesitation, he rushes back to his game.
You hold the dollar in your hand, feeling a twinge of disappointment. The day drags on.
The next day, the boy is again lost in his game. He waves off your request, assuring you that he remembers the debt, but he simply doesn’t have any money right now. It’s just a dollar after all, he comments.
Memories are fleeting things. “Lend” not your lunch money, nor your belongings, for once they change hands, they are soon out of your grasp.