"No act of kindness, no matter how
small, is ever wasted.”
—
Aesop
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George and his wife were driving home from Skye, weaving their way through the Highlands on a golden summer’s day. They stopped in Fort William to fill up the car, stretch their legs, and treat themselves to a Magnum each. The shop only sold them in packs of three.
On their way back to the pump, George noticed a man at the next bay, filling up a bulky SUV. On a gentle whim, George held out the spare ice cream.
"Fancy a Magnum?" he asked.
The man looked startled, then deeply moved. “Really? That’s... incredibly kind of you,” he said, taking it like a small treasure. “You’ve no idea what that means today.”
George just smiled and waved it off. "It’s only a spare Magnum."
But the man stood there, touched to his core — and George carried that look home with him.
Later that weekend, George told his three young grandchildren about the moment, not expecting much. But they were all ears and wide eyed like meercats.
Two weeks later when they were staying over, as George tucked them into bed, he asked the usual question:
“What story shall it be tonight?”
“Where the wild things are,” said the eldest.
“The tiger who came to tea,” said the middle one.
But the youngest, with a finger to his lip and a quiet seriousness, said:
“Grandad, can you tell us the story about the man who gave you a Magnum?”
George smiled; heart full. A small act, remembered like a fairy tale.