Some time ago I read a story by Robert Lee Sharpe. He told that early in his life, he and his father took a broken hoe and a broken rake down to the blacksmith shop one day to be fixed. A few days later they went back to old Mr. Trussell’s blacksmith shop and the hoe and the rake were fixed as good as new. The father asked old Mr. Trussell, “How much do I owe you?” And the man said, “Oh, the job was so small there is no charge for that at all.” But the boy’s father would not accept that answer. He reached down in his pocket and pulled out a bright new shiny silver dollar—and that’s when a bright new shiny silver dollar was worth a bright new shiny silver dollar. He tried to pay the blacksmith, and the man refused by saying, “Can&rsqu...