About 10 years ago, I was working as a waiter. Our restaurant offered a set lunch and some old man came in, asked the price, sighed and was about to leave. I felt sorry for him, so I fed him and paid for the lunch myself. The manager scolded me, saying that they would never stop coming now, but what was done can’t be undone. In the evening, an ordinary looking guy left a fifty-dollar tip and scribbled a note on the napkin: “Kindness is never wasted.”
