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One advantage of E-mail is having friends send little
treasures of wisdom they might otherwise forget before your next
chance to meet. In this case, my friend and fellow track coach,
Craig, sent me this story that says much about Christian charity
in a world where charity seems so hard to practice. I will not
comment any more on it. It speaks for itself.
"The Tip"
In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10-year
old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress
put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream
sundae?" "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy
pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied a number of coins
in it. "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. "Thirty-five cents," 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 two nickels and five
pennies, her tip.
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