As told by a friend in the restaurant that day:
I remember a man we both knew, a man who was defeated and made weak by the blows of life. Here’s what happened:
Early one bleak, rainy morning, this man went into a diner for breakfast. Several people were there, but no one was speaking to anyone else. Our miserable friend sat down and hunched over on a stool.
Behind the counter, the big, burly cook looked at the little girl and said, ‘Sure we do, honey. Will you say it for us? Then, looking at everyone present, he bellowed, ‘Bow your heads!’
One by one, the heads went down. The little girl bowed her head and, clasping her hands, said:
‘God is great and God is good. And we thank Him for our food. By His hand we all are fed; Give us, Lord, our daily bread.’
All of a sudden, the atmosphere changed. People began talking to one another, and the plain, little diner magically turned into a home. All because a little girl gave thanks to God for her food. But more than the diner was transformed. Our friend said, ‘From that experience, my life changed and gradually I began believing in God, believing in people, and believing in myself.’
Our friend got his life together and never again experienced the weakness that led to his depression.
Reference: The Sunny Side of Life by Peale