The only tears I've seen were from the mother of a slightly troubled, awkward 13 year old young man down the block, you know, no dad at home, etc. good kid, though, not many friends, I guess, who stopped by and watched me work on a bow once. He asked so many questions and seemed to take in the process more than most of the hundred other boys that stop by and want a bow or want to make one, but who don't seem really KEEN on archery and bows. So, I gave him the next decent little bow I finished; a cute little elm, 60", 30 lbs or so, kind of wide willowleaf limb front profile, and a few bamboo arrows. it was nice.
Also, I once had a falling out with a very good, very old friend. We stayed friends and in touch, but there was a lot of formality and tension after that. So, one day I showed up at his house with the bow I had been meaning to get around to making for him for years. It was one of my better skinny bows, 3/16" white oak back and perfect, almost pin-less ERC belly from the shaded side of an old tree that had been planted too close to a house. It helped.
