When you find someone made a mistake, which would you choose, being right or being nice?
At ages five and eight, Bobby and I would spend our usual Saturday with Grandpa, cleaning his house.
Grandpa was only in his late fifties. His own dad had died early, so he didn't go to school but ran the family farm to raise his family. Because of that, his skills consisted of being able to sign his name, read his grandchildren's names, and do simple sums in his head.
Then I didn't understand the poverty and limited opportunities Grandpa lived with. A little food was the only items in his small refrigerator. He worked as a night guard for several companies, and the highlight of his week was the reward he gave my brother and me for cleaning.
After we were done, Grandpa would put on his only suit, and we'd head to town. As we walked, Grandpa would greet every person he met along the way. Everyone had a story to share, and Grandpa would stand quietly, always smiling, and listen with great appreciation.
When we'd finally arrive at Grandpa's favorite diner, the waitresses would all greet him as along-lost elder. Bobby and I split an adult plate, and Grandpa either had a cup of soup or a cup of coffee, talking about how well we cleaned his place, telling anyone who would listen every step of every task we accomplished. Every waitress would make sure they came up to say "hi" to Grandpa and congratulate his grand kids on their work. It may have been a diner, but it was our another home.
When dinner was over, the waitress would bring the check and slide it over to Grandpa. One day it was Gloria, and like always she bent close to him and told him the amount of the check （knowing that he couldn't read the paper）.
Grandpa carefully dug into the pocket and brought out a broken coin purse. He carefully laid out the bills and coins. Then he gave Gloria a very very small tip. I was ashamed that he had got it wrong and that he—we—would be embarrassed.
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I was about to say something to Grandpa when Gloria grabbed my hand.
The words "being nice" played over and over in my mind.
