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Boy spends his last money buying fruit for his sick grandmother, shop owner later appears in his neighborhood – Today’s story


Tyler wanted to buy the bag of fruit for his grandmother, but he refused to take it for free. The grocery store owner noticed this inflexible and brilliant child and unexpectedly decided to intervene.

“What is always in front of us, but we cannot see it?” Tyler was quietly watching his favorite video on his mother’s phone. He and his grandmother sat on the porch of his house, rocking back and forth on rocking chairs.

The hissing sounds of the breeze drowned out something funny Tyler’s grandmother said to him, and the pair burst out laughing.

Tyler chuckled again just watching his grandmother laugh on the screen.

‘Meemaw is so beautiful when she smiles!’ he says to him.

For eight-year-old Tyler, the 60-year-old was his closest friend. Like all grandmothers, she helped watch over the child and take care of him when his parents were busy making ends meet.

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But Martha was different. She taught him to be shamelessly curious, to read books he wouldn’t understand, and to ask questions that sometimes left her speechless.

Martha taught him that food was medicine and illness was the body’s way of telling you it needed more of something and less of something else.

As other children in Tyler’s class shared stories of princesses and warriors they had heard from their grandparents, Tyler would share real-life stories of courage and kindness from Martha’s former career as a ‘nurse.

But maybe one of the best things he liked to hear from her was the riddles. Martha seemed to have her head full, and it was Tyler’s job to answer every one of them, even if it took hours or days.

Finally, when he got the answer right, she gave him a prize of 50 cents.

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As Tyler sat thinking about his grandmother that night, he looked at the piggy bank on the nightstand. It was heavy with 50 cent coins. He picked it up, careful not to wake his mother at the slightest click.

‘What can I do with this money to help grandma get better?’ Tyler wondered as he stared at the box.

Tyler remembered what the doctor had said earlier that day.

“She will recover slowly, but there is a real danger of getting pneumonia. If she does, it will complicate things.”

Tyler remembered this word because he himself had once contracted pneumonia. He had a vague memory of how his grandmother had never left his bedside during those difficult few days. She sang her favorite lullabies and gave him lots of soup and fruit. Among other sweet fruits, there was a plate of fresh orange slices twice a day.

“They’re high in vitamin C, Ty. They’ll help you heal very quickly and you’ll be back on your feet in no time!”

‘That’s it!’ Tyler’s eyes widened when an idea occurred to him. He knew exactly what he would do with the money.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered under his breath. “I’ll bring you a bag of the sweetest oranges, grandma!”

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The next morning his father drove him to the hospital to see Martha. It was a short drive, but as soon as Tyler saw they were approaching the local grocery store, he begged his dad to stop. “Please dad. Just a few minutes. Don’t ask me what this is about, it’s a surprise for grandma. I promise it won’t take too long. You can even stay in the car.”

Her father stopped in front of the store. “Hurry, Ty. Do you need a month⁠—”

“No, dad. Thanks anyway ! Tyler had already gotten out of the car with his backpack and closed the door behind him.

He ran straight to the fruit section and started picking the ripest fruit he could find. He picked up boxes of strawberries, blueberries, apples, kiwis and a big bag of oranges.

Satisfied with his own choice of fruit, he rushed to the cashier. “Hello! I’d like all of this, please! And a paper bag too. Payment in cash. How much would it cost?”

Tyler was shaking his leg impatiently when he noticed his dad waiting outside the store.

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The store owner, Stella, watched from a distance. She was amused by the little boy’s confidence and thoroughness. But she was shocked to see what the child did next.

Tyler handed his piggy bank to the cashier, saying, “There’s 42 dollars and 50 cents here. You can count them if you want. Will that be enough?

One of the staff started counting the coins. Meanwhile, Stella started chatting with the impressive little boy.

“That’s a lot of fruit. Who are they for?”

“For my grandmother. She’s in the city hospital. The fruit will help her get better!”

The store clerk counting the coins whispered something in Stella’s ear.

“What is your name, young man?” she asked.

“Tyle. »

“Tyler, that’s an awesome amount of money you’ve saved, but you’re actually $14 short. But that’s okay. You go on and bring that fruit to your grandma.”

“No, no. I don’t want to take anything for free,” Tyler said firmly and stared at his shoes in disappointment.

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“Well, maybe you can skip the bag of oranges? Then you have just enough to pay for the other fruit.”

“No, that won’t work. My grandmother needs vitamin C to fight pneumonia! »

Stella was amazed at Tyler’s knowledge and determination. She was about to suggest once again that he take it for free. That’s when Tyler’s eyes lit up.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll ask you a riddle! If you know the answer, I’ll ask my dad for $14 and pay you. If you don’t know the answer, you have to pay me $14.”

Stella accepted the $14 riddle in a heartbeat. A few other staff and customers lingering around the counter were also listening intently.

“What is always in front of us, but we cannot see it? »

Tyler’s audience racked their brains, talking among themselves, arguing over answers. Stella also looked confused.

“Air?”

“Nope.”

“Eyeglasses?”

“No, think again. Last chance.”

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“Hmm… tiny specks of dust?” »

“No, it’s something you can’t see at all, not even under a microscope!” »

” Oh no ! I lost ! What is the answer ? she asked with an animated frown.

“The future!”

The small swarm of people around Tyler applauded at the response.

Tyler happily dragged the big bag of fruit and walked as fast as he could towards the car.

At the hospital, Martha was immersed in Tyler’s narration of what happened that morning. At the end, she clapped proudly and said, “That’s my boy!”

Tyler’s parents were shocked and secretly proud of him too. As the family spent the afternoon feasting on delicious fresh fruit, someone gently opened the doors to the room.

The kindness you give will always come back to you in one form or another.

A young woman searched across the room with her eyes until she finally saw Tyler. It took a moment, but Tyler stood up recognizing her.

“It’s the owner of the grocery store this morning!”

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“Hi, Tyler! I just thought I’d come visit your grandmother personally. I wanted to tell her what an amazing grandson she has!”

Tyler tried not to blush as he held his mother’s hand and hid behind her.

“I have more news for you! Want to hear the good news first? »

Tyler’s parents exchanged a look as they wondered what the stranger had to say.

“There will be a bag of fresh fruit ready for Tyler at the grocery store every week, free of charge.”

Martha squealed in delight and hugged Tyler as hard as she could, kissing his cheeks multiple times. Tyler hugged his grandmother back. He was delighted, but he was too curious to wait. “And the bad news?

“Who said bad news? The ‘best’ news is this: I was deeply moved by this brilliant child and wanted to do something for him. So, as a sign of love and appreciation, I will take care of all Meemaw’s medical bills! I just spoke to the hospital authorities – done!”

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Martha couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She placed her hands on her chest as if to calm her heart.

” Thanks ! You have no idea what this means to us! Tyler’s mother said crying.

Watching family members hug each other and cry with joy was a heartwarming sight for Stella. She let them and left the room, holding back her own tears.

The truth was, when Tyler posed the riddle to her that morning, Stella was instantly reduced to a little girl in her grandmother’s lap.

Her grandmother asked her riddles all the time and gave her a 50 cent coin every time she solved one.

The riddle Tyler had posed to her that morning was the same one her grandmother had taught Stella shortly before she died. Stella still had that last 50 cent coin in her pocket.

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What can we learn from this story?

  • Do all the good you can do, however small it may seem. Tyler was a nine-year-old with only a few dollars saved up in his piggy bank. That didn’t stop him from trying to help his grandmother get better.
  • The kindness you give will always come back to you in one form or another. Tyler’s act of kindness to his grandmother did not go unnoticed and quickly returned as an unexpected blessing to him and his family.

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