Not too sure if my experience actually qualifies, but I will recount my story and you good members may judge whether or not it does.
I visited my Great Uncle 'Patrick Muldoon Snr' (a notoriously riotous individual) at a time when he was seemingly hell-bent on disposing of his entire fortune on drink and other hedonistic pursuits, I must confess that I really should not have been quite so critical of him since I too have been known to dispose of considerable sums unwisely.
However, since Great Uncle Patrick was also a fairly substantial landowner, I quite bluntly informed him that he should perhaps donate a parcel of land to me, adding (quite arrogantly) that I would probably make better use of it than he would.
My comments were met with a thoughtful expression, Great Uncle Patrick extended his hand toward me and, as I made to accept his handshake, received a hefty kick straight in the goolies followed by a comment that will live in my mind forever.
"There you are my boy, I'll start you off with two acres !"
I did not actually 'cry', but be assured, my eyes watered.
