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A friend sent me this text.

A 10 year old boy went to an ice cream store and asked how much a cone cost. Waiter said, "P15.00". The boy started counting how much he had in his wallet. Then he asked how much a small cup cost. Waiter said, "P12.00". The boy asked for a small cup, he had it and paid the bill and left. When the waiter came to pick the empty cup, he was touched. The boy had left 3 pesos as tip for him.

Lesson: Try giving something to everyone out of whatever little you have. Who knows, maybe that little something would come back to you.


You see, I'm just bored. But it's a good lesson that everybody should learn though. And because everybody should learn that, don't forget my birthday and Christmas, of course. It's that time again for giving and sharing. LOL Please do forgive my insanity.

Comments

CK said…
pag nagcelebrate ka, may regalo ka. pag hndi, bhala ka =D
Mich said…
sweet nman nung boy. :)
magbirthday kna. pramay gift kami sau! :D

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