There once lived a great gunfighter. Though quite old, he still was able to defeat any challenger. His reputation extended far and wide throughout the land. One day an infamous young gunfighter arrived in town. He was determined to be the first man to defeat the great master. Along with his quickness, he had an uncanny ability to spot and exploit any weakness in an opponent. He would wait for his opponent to make the first move, thus revealing a weakness, and then would draw with his lightning speed. No one had ever even injured him.
Against the advice of the townspeople, the old master gladly accepted the young man’s challenge. As the two squared off for battle, the young shootist began to hurl insults at the old master. He threw dirt and spit in his face. For hours he verbally assaulted him with every curse and insult known to mankind. But the old gunfighter merely stood there motionless and calm. Finally, the young visitor exhausted himself. Knowing he was defeated, he left feeling shamed. Somewhat disappointed that he did not fight the insolent youth, the people of the town gathered around the old master and asked him. "How could you endure such an indignity? How did you drive him away?" "If someone comes to give you a gift and you do not receive it," the master replied, "to whom does the gift belong?"