A very touching story..
Tommy lived with his grandmother. They loved each other very much. But
Tommy had the habit of stealing. Tommy's grandmother punished him
again and again for stealing, but he did not stop habit.

One day, Tommy's grandmother said, "Tommy, I have been punishing
you about this stealing, but it hasn't seem to do any good. I love you too
much to let you continue this. The next time you come home with things that
do not belong to you, I'm going to take one of these knitting needles and
heat it red hot in the fire. Then I'm going to burn your hands so badly
that you'll never forget it."

Tommy didn't steal for a long time. He knew that his grandmother
meant what she said. But then one day, Tommy began stealing again. 
He came home with his pockets stuffed with things that he had stolen.

Tommy's grandmother tried not to notice at first.. But when she could stand
it no longer, she said, "Tommy, come here. Empty your pockets!" Out
came a pocket knife, a pencil, an eraser, a small ball, and some money -
none of which belonged to Tommy. "Where did you get those things?" 
demanded the grandmother. No answer. "Tell me Tommy, where did you 
get those things?" asked the grandmother again. Still no answer. "You have 
been stealing again." said the grandmother. "You know what I told you, 
and you know that I always keep my word." The grandmother went over and 
put the metal knitting needle into the fire. When it was red hot, she 
called Tommy to her and said, "Son, give me your hand."

Tommy was trembling as he held out his hand but he knew he was
wrong and that he deserve to be punished. The grandmother paused and 
said, "Son, I want you to see the seriousness of your stealing. You 
deserve this punishment, but I LOVE YOU AND I'M GOING TO TAKE 
YOUR PUNISHMENT FOR YOU."
With that, she dropped Tommy's hand and opened her own hand.

Taking the red hot knitting needle, she burned her own hand very badly.
Holding out her burned hand, she said, "Look at my hand Tommy.
Don't take your eyes from it. This is what your stealing cost me." For 
years to come, Tommy repeated the story and ended with these words, 
"That ended my stealing. I saw what it cost one who loved me dearly 
and whom I loved."

Well some say love is selfish, but I believe true love is not selfish. It
involves sacrifices. How will you find expression for your love
towards others?