On treasuring the things that have treated you well

We have all heard about the story of the wooden axe and the lumberjack. It goes:

After a hard day of labor, the lumberjack stopped by a nearby spring to rest. As he laid down his axe, it fell into the spring and got lost. Having lost his only tool which he depended on for his livelihood, the lumberjack become distraught and began crying. The fairy of the lake upon hearing his cries, emerged from the pond with a Golden Axe.

"Is this your axe she asked?"

"No." Replied the lumberjack.

Seconds later, the fairy brought out another axe, this time a silver one.

Again, the lumberjack said it wasn't his.

The fairy on her third try surfaced with the woodcutter's wooden axe. She was surprised at the lumberjack's honesty and asked. "Most men would have claimed the Golden Axe for themselves. Why didn't you?"

The lumberjack replied, "though my axe is old, worn out and have little value, it has been good to me through the years. My very own precious wooden axe."