Dec 18 2008
A Holiday Story About Milk
A Christmas story about milk and homeless people.
Last Friday was another extremely busy day at the office. By 9:30 am, it had already become one of those grinding days where you spin your wheels trying to get everything done for everybody else but accomplish nothing you need to do. Around 10am, my customs broker called to say US Customs had cleared our coffee shipment in a day instead of the normal three days apparently they need the room for all the toys and merchandise coming in from China to help back fill Santa’s orders! She encouraged me to pick it up TODAY plus I didn’t want my coffee to be around all that lead paint for too long. Hence, the search for a truck began. After striking out at the U-haul stores, I called my friend Mike to see if I could use one of his vans. Mike, the saint that he is, runs Divine Resources, a ministry that feeds dozens of shelters around metro Atlanta everyday for free. He replied “I am going downtown anyway so I can certainly help you pick up your coffee.”
