Well, hello, my friends and welcome to the Live Inspired podcast Monday Morning Moments with John O'Leary.

In this episode, we're going to be sharing with you what real worth really means.

Let's roll.

With cousins in town and an overnight sleepover planned, I snuck out a little bit earlier

this summer to surprise the kids with some ice cream.

After placing the order to drive-thru for nine

ice cream concretes, I followed the line of cars as we slowly inched closer to the window. Eventually,

the window opened. A young woman restated the price. I reached out to hand her my card. She extended

her hand to take the payment. But then, in seeing my hand, she snapped back hers and

belted out loudly. Oh my gosh! The awkward exchange continued as she simply stared dumbfounded at my hand.

The card still held toward her. Neither one of us speaking, neither one of us moving.

With a line of cars growing behind me and a bag of ice cream melting in front of her,

I finally broke the silence by telling her,

Oh, it's all right. I won't eat all this ice cream by myself, just bringing it back to the kids and to their cousins.

She halt andly reached back. She took the payment. She ran the card, handed it back to me,

then the bag of ice cream, the window shut.

No words exchanged.

No eye contact made.

My friends.

Almost four decades after being burned in 1987 as a nine-year-old kid, I am relatively confident in my own skin.

I'm comfortable with children staring. I'm cool with

little kids asking questions, and I'm all right with the occasional double takes from adults.

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