Every year, on my birthday I am expecting to get presents. For the past 18 years, that has happened. While I have never taken the gifts themselves for granted, I have taken the process of getting the gifts and assuming them as mine and mine only for granted. While hearing my dad tell this story, the most shocking part to me was that his one and only gift wasn't even his. He had to share it. Something such a soccer ball is easy to share. its more fun to play with it with a group of people. In the past the presents I have received are shareable but I would never share them. They were for me! It was my birthday not theirs.