Father never accepted any gift from his students, but when his daughter became a teacher, she never refused any gifts from her students.
The father was upset by this practice, so one day he reproached his daughter: “I do not accept any gift because gifts mean nothing to me. It pains me to know that you grab all that your disciples bring to you.”
The daughter replied: “Father, if gifts mean nothing to you, why are you bothered whether I accept them or reject them?”
In my life, what means much to me, even when I think it doesn’t?