Native-American wisdom

There was a Native-American weekend this past weekend, which I missed, on some kibbutz I've never heard of. It sounded beautiful, and even featured a Kabbalat Shabbat service - Native American style (scalped chicken soup?). I only found out about it on Friday morning and it's too difficult to be impulsive with a large family. And anyways Hubby was sick - both physically and not physically - and he's my driver. But a friend of mine sent me this -


Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked the Navajo woman if she would like a ride. With a word or two of thanks, she got in the car. After resuming the journey and a bit of small talk, the Navajo woman noticed a brown bag on the seat next to Sally. What's in the bag?" asked the old woman. Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I got it for my husband."
The Navajo woman was silent for a moment, and then speaking with the quiet wisdom of an elder said, "Good trade"