It had been seven months since David started saving money to buy the pair of sneakers he had always wanted. His mom couldn’t afford to buy him these shoes, as she worked hard to provide for him and his two sisters.

One day, his piggy bank was finally full, and he had enough to bring his dream shoes home. On the bus ride home from school, he couldn’t stop talking about it with his friend Guillermo.

That’s when the bus suddenly jolted over a pothole, and one of Guillermo’s shoes slipped off onto the bus floor. David was taken aback at the sight of the worn-out, blackened shoe. The soles were full of holes, the canvas was coming apart, and there wasn’t even a sign of a lace. That same day, David took Guillermo with him to the store.

But instead of buying shoes for himself, he picked out a pair for Guillermo. It felt like the right decision, even though it meant giving up the shoes he had dreamed of—shoes that would have helped him play soccer better. Later, David returned home, filled with happiness, knowing his friend’s feet wouldn’t freeze in those old, tattered shoes. Suddenly, his mom called out to him, “David! There’s someone at the door for you! He arrived with an entire truck, actually.”

David always found himself a window seat on the school bus back home. As always, he opened the window wide and let the afternoon breeze brush across his face as he recollected the game he played that day, moment by moment. “That was unbelievable, what you did on the field today!” one of his mates…