A Little boy with tender heart 

​ In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year old boy entered a small ice cream shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him.
“How much is an ice cream sundae?”
“Rs 60,” replied the waitress.
The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and count the number of Rs 10 notes he had with him
“How much is a dish of plain ice cream?” he inquired. Some people were now waiting for a table and the waitress was a bit impatient.
“Rs 45,” she said brusquely.
The little boy again counted the coins. “I’ll have the plain ice cream,” he said.
The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and departed.
When the waitress came back, she began wiping down the table and then swallowed hard at what she saw.

  • There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were Rs 15 – her tip.                              

21 thoughts on “A Little boy with tender heart 

  1. spandanchavan Post author

    When I was a child maybe 2.5 years old and LIC AGENT came to my home and I suddenly ran to the kitchen and fetched a glass of water and gave it to the LIC AGENT… He was really impressed by my kindness ..

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  3. Delia

    I don’t know as we’ll ever get back what used to be Dennis, but for goodness sake, they need to look at what they’ve got and know it’s not working. Just give us back a race… no show, no fireworks, no rock cot23rn&#8ce0; just racing. How simple is that? I know cats that can understand what I’m saying. NASCAR can’t? Kinda gives one a pain in the heart, doesn’t it?

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