Dear Diary:
Walking east along 82nd Street toward York Avenue with the weather well below 20 degrees, my thoughts were on the hot drink I would soon make for myself when I got home. Suddenly, as I neared a large apartment house at the corner, I heard a young girlâs voice cry out: âGet your hot chocolate here, hot chocolate here!â
As I got closer to the building entrance, ahead of me was a folding table with a large thermos dispenser, stacks of plastic cups, a can of whipped cream, miniature marshmallows and a hand-lettered sign announcing the offering. Behind the table stood a delightful little girl about 7 years old and her mother.
âHow creative,â I thought. âA new take on the summer lemonade stand.â As I came up to the table, the little girl asked, âHow do you like it, with whipped cream or marshmallows?â
Surprised by her question, I responded, âHow much are you charging?â Laughing, she replied, âitâs free.â
In disbelief, I turned to the girlâs mother. âYouâre giving it away?â I asked.
âYes, itâs free,â she said with a smile. Then she explained, âMy daughter got so many gifts for the holidays, we wanted her to learn to give back to the community, and we thought this might be a good way. So enjoy.â
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