I am worth more than some pebbles

Many many years ago, when I was just a very little girl, I remember I was out playing with a friend of mine, on a glorious summer afternoon. We got some pebbles from somewhere, and God knows what game we were playing, however we had a number of pebbles each. My friend, bless her, single child and therefore with a slight egocentric streak, demanded I gave her my pebbles too. But they were mine!! And it happened that my father was walking home and he went past us, so I ran to him and told him, through tears, about my endangered pebbles. My father (God bless his soul and rest him in peace) looked at me and told me: 'Then give them to her, if she wants them that badly. You are worth more than some pebbles'. Which I did, wholeheartedly, because I felt superiour in my kindness. I know it sounds daft, but that memory has been following me throughout my life, and although the pebbles of my childhood later turned into more valuable things, I have always remembered my father's advice.
The reason this memory came back to me again, is that recently I won an award at work, and part of the prize was a modest amount of money. However, some people would never ever grow up and they still demand other's pebbles, so they are causing a lot of grief at the moment, and it sickens me to see them like this.
So this morning I have remembered what my good and wise father said once to me: 'I am worth more than some pebbles'.
Thank you father - and I hope you are proud of me.