A lesson for all

 

A great story.

A lesson for all... (the ending will warm your heart):

Last week, my friend took his grand-children to a restaurant.
The six-year-old grand-son asked if he could say grace.

This is what he said happened:

As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great. Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Grandpa gets us ice cream for dessert.

And liberty and justice for all! Amen!"

Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby,

I heard a woman remark, "That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray.
Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"

Hearing this, my grand-son burst into tears and asked me,

"Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"

As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job,

and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my grand-son and said,

"I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."

"Really?" my grand-son asked.
"Cross my heart," the man replied.

Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman

whose remark had started this whole thing),

"Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is

good for the soul sometimes."

Naturally, I bought my grand-children ice cream at the end of the meal.

My grand-son stared at his for a moment, and then did something

I will remember the rest of my life.

He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and

placed it in front of the woman.

With a big smile he told her,

"Here, this is for you. Shove it up your ass you grouchy old bitch! "