Spilled Milk

I just got done walking up and down the street in front of the church trying to give away 5 gallons of fresh (not expired) 2% milk. It's a lot harder than you might think. Not only are people suspicious of anything free, but I was giving away free milk. I must admit, I'm not a big milk fan already, and if some younger-looking white male came up to me on the street with a cart of 5 gallons of 2% milk I'm not sure I'd take any either.

However, I did find one guy. We'll call him steve. I know steve because he is a regular visitor at our church on Sundays. He talks like there's always someone with him, is super nice, and an amazing artist.

I saw steve twice today.  Once early this morning I said hello to him as I walked into Homeland to get a loaf of bread and some jelly, and the second time sitting outside a local soup kitchen.  After talking for a while he told me he was organizing all his papers and asked if he could have one of the jugs of milk on my cart. I, obviously, said "sure!", gave it to him, and continued on my quest. The journey was not without its casualties, however. On my way back to the church with 4 out of the 5 jugs of milk I snagged a crack in the sidewalk and one of the 4 toppled to the ground and busted.

Isn't it interesting how the few cases of people (we hear about from the news or word of mouth) who have abused, or taken advantage of, people's kindness/the system have ruined it for everyone? I'm mean, c'mon, what kind of society do we live in where a guy can't walk up and down the street successfully giving out 2% milk? Thanks, steve, for allowing me to give you a jug of milk, because I know someway or somehow that this little act is helping me to transform into the likeness of Christ.

Maybe next time I'll try orange juice, or perhaps vitamin D.