Great Story LG, and I could actually smell those cinnamon buns!!
I remember when I was a very small boy, and was riding with my Grandpa to his work in his old Buick. It was a cold and snowy day. Gramps saw a young boy throwing newspapers, and his tattered shoes were soaking wet. We stopped, and Gramps asked him if he had any golashes for his feet. The boy said no, but he was working and as soon as he earned enough money to buy some for his little sisters, he would buy himself some. My Grandpa took the boy down to a shoe store and bought him a new pair of boots. This was the first time I remember my Grandpa doing that, but it wasn't his last. He taught me many, many things, and I will never forget the look on that boy's face. My Grandpa wasn't a wealthy man, but he was "rich" inside!!