All summer, a 6-year-old boy counted his coins at my ice-cream cart, but never had enough to buy a cone.
One day, he returned with a jar of quarters—every coin he had saved—and said, “Count it. It’s not for me.”
He had saved enough for eleven cones so kids without money wouldn’t feel the way he had all summer.
He gave every cone away, and the woman who had mocked him quietly bought the last one, unable to look anyone in the eye. READ MORE BELOW