The boy was seriously ill. Many nights the mother sat by his bed, praying for God's help.

The boy was seriously ill. Many nights the mother sat by his bed, praying for God's help. On one of the heaviest nights there was a rustling of the wings of the angel of death. 
"Do not take my son away!" Exclaimed her mother. - My boy has not grown up yet and has not known the most important thing - love. 
"In heaven, he will meet all the best that is on earth," the angel whispered. 
"But what will he bring with him?" Let him collect at least a few drops of love, and I'll let him go to heaven! - Mother pleaded. 
- Good. Let it be as you ask. When he fills this thimble with drops of love, I'll come after him again, "said the angel and laid a gold thimble in front of his mother. 
When the boy recovered, the mother told her son and asked: 
- Remember, son, about our agreement and do not hurry to love. 
But can you order your heart. The boy's heart can skillfully love, and he generously gave this gift to his relatives. My mother was anxiously awaiting the moment when the thimble was full. Years passed, the son became an adult. He loved his family, his work and friends. He cared for the mother and father with tenderness, and the thimble was not filled.
Mother again saw the angel of death, only when she ascended to heaven. 
"You have tricked me, mother," the angel laughed. "No vessel can contain more of its volume, but the vessel of love is bottomless.