I was at a friend's house ("Joe"), and he wanted me to meet another friend of his ("Mike"), we'll call them. I've known Joe a long time, and he was cool, so I figured his friends must be cool and decided to go meet his buddy Mike. We went to his house, and he brought out a massive, 1.5 foot, blown glass bong. Mike, whom I just met, said he only brings out this bong that he gave the name for special occasions. In fact, he liked it so much, he gave it a name. It was, in fact, a pretty nice piece of glasswork. We enjoyed a few bowls together, and put the bong on the table. After a massive fit of laughing harder than I have in a very long time, I accidently kicked Mike's bong over, knocking it over on the floor and breaking it. I about shit my pants in horror and guilt. Needless to say, it took my high away immediately, and I felt so horribly bad about breaking his "baby". It was used, and he had it a long time, but it was still a very nice bong. I apoligized many times over, and this guy I just met must have wanted to kill me, but he was cool about it, although he was obviously very sad about me breaking his water pipe. I promised him I would be back later that night with a new replacement bong for him, and he said ok, great. But deep inside, I know he thought "this guy will never be back again, the bastard". That evening, I went to a head shop, and bought a beautiful glass bong, which was similar to his, at the cost of $150. I showed up out of the blue at his house at 8pm, and presented him with his new replacement bong I bought for him, along with a couple more apologies. The guy could not believe it. He was dumbfounded that I (a guy he just met that day), came to his place with a brand new, expensive, sweet bong for him. He was so incredibly thankful that it made me feel great about doing the only thing that was right-replace what I broke. He invited me in to christen the new bong, and he packed me multiple bowls of incredible chronic, and gave me some greenage to take home to boot, in appreciation. We became fast friends after that. That was the only time I ever broke a glass piece, and hopefully the last. I felt so good about giving him a replacement bong, even though he never expected to see me again. I would want someone to replace mine if they broke it, and it was my duty to replace it, and it ended up turning a bad day into a good one, for both of us. Always treat others as you would like to be treated yourself is a good motto.