Pure Gift from a Pure Soul

When I learned of Mark's death, my first memory was the jar of clear, golden honey he gave me when he was a junior in high school, a student in my English class. He and his father together tended their bee hives, and his dad later told me that Mark had selected the finest honey to give to me.

A pure gift from a pure soul. Rest in peace, Mark.

You write it:  Have you ever received a pure gift from a pure soul? What was the experience?