In my area, and probably yours too, sometimes volunteers will stand at the busy intersections and accept donations from passing cars for various charities.  As I dropped my pocket change into one of their collection buckets recently, in return I was handed a flyer with this sweet little story on it.  I hope it touches your heart as much as it did mine.  Enjoy!

Back when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a boy entered a 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 waiting for a table now and the waitress was impatient.  "Thirty five cents" she said angrily. 

The little boy again counted the coins.  "I'll have the plain ice cream".  The waitress brought the ice cream, left the check on the table and hurried away.  The boy finished his ice cream, paid the cashier and departed. 

When the waitress came back, she swallowed hard and began to cry at what she saw.  There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, was fifteen cents - her tip. 

~author unknown