Ok, I realize this is a long story but I loved the Grandmother’s wisdom in it! We need to all remember this wisdom….I won’t spoil it, I will tell it again to you after the story. Enjoy!
Angel on a Doorstep
When Ben delivered milk to my cousin's home that morning, he wasn't
his usual sunny self. The slight, middle-aged man seemed in no mood
It was late November 1962, and as a newcomer to Lawndale, Calif., I
was delighted that milkmen still brought bottles of milk to
doorsteps. In the weeks that my husband, kids and I had been staying
with my cousin while house-hunting, I had come to enjoy Ben's jovial
Today, however, he was the epitome of gloom as he dropped off his
wares from his wire carrier. It took slow, careful questioning to
extract the story from him. With some embarrassment, he told me two
customers had left town without paying their bills, and he would
have to cover the losses. One of the debtors owed only $10, but the
other was $79 in arrears and had left no forwarding address. Ben was
distraught at his stupidity for allowing this bill to grow so large.
"She was a pretty woman," he said, "with six children and another on
the way. She was always saying, 'I'm going to pay you soon, when my
husband gets a second job.' I believed her. What a fool I was! I
thought I was doing a good thing, but I've learned my lesson. I've
All I could say was, "I'm so sorry."
The next time I saw him, his anger seemed worse. He bristled as he
talked about the messy young ones who had drunk up all his milk. The
charming family had turned into a parcel of brats.
I repeated my condolences and let the matter rest. But when Ben
left, I found myself caught up in his problem and longed to help.
Worried that this incident would sour a warm person, I mulled over
what to do. Then, remembering that Christmas was coming, I thought
of what my grandmother used to say: "When someone has taken from
you, give it to them, and then you can never be robbed."
The next time Ben delivered milk, I told him I had a way to make him
feel better about the $79.
"Nothing will do that," he said, "but tell me anyway."
"Give the woman the milk. Make it a Christmas present to the kids
who needed it."
"Are you kidding?" he replied. "I don't even get my wife a Christmas
gift that expensive."
"You know the Bible says, `I was a stranger and you took me in.' You
just took her in with all her little children."
"Don't you mean she took me in? The trouble with you is, it wasn't
I let the subject drop, but I still believed in my suggestion. We'd
joke about it when he'd come. "Have you given her the milk yet?" I'd
"No," he'd snap back, "but I'm thinking of giving my wife a $79
present, unless another pretty mother starts playing on my
Every time I'd ask the question, it seemed he lightened up a bit more.
Then, six days before Christmas, it happened. He arrived with a
tremendous smile and a glint in his eyes. "I did it!" he said. "I
gave her the milk as a Christmas present. It wasn't easy, but what
did I have to lose? It was gone, wasn't it?"
"Yes," I said, rejoicing with him. "But you've got to really mean it
in your heart."
"I know. I do. And I really feel better. That's why I have this good
feeling about Christmas. Those kids had lots of milk on their cereal
just because of me."
The holidays came and went. On a sunny January morning two weeks
later, Ben almost ran up the walk. "Wait till you hear this," he
He explained he had been on a different route, covering for another
milkman. He heard his name being called, looked over his shoulder
and saw a woman running down the street, waving money. He recognized
her immediately -- the woman with all the kids, the one who didn't
pay her bill. She was carrying an infant in a tiny blanket, and the
woman's long brown hair kept getting in her eyes.
"Ben, wait a minute!" she shouted. "I've got money for you."
Ben stopped the truck and got out.
"I'm so sorry," she said. "I really have been meaning to pay you."
She explained that her husband had come home one night and announced
he'd found a cheaper apartment. He'd also gotten a night job. With
all that had happened, she'd forgotten to leave a forwarding
address. "But I've been saving," she said. "Here's $20 toward the
"That's all right," Ben replied. "It's been paid."
"Paid!" she exclaimed. "What do you mean? Who paid it?"
She looked at him as if he were the Angel Gabriel and started to cry.
"Well," I asked, "what did you do?"
"I didn't know what to do, so I put an arm around her. Before I knew
what was happening, I started to cry, and I didn't have the foggiest
idea what I was crying about. Then I thought of all those kids
having milk on their cereal, and you know what? I was really glad
you talked me into this."
"You didn't take the $20?"
"Heck no," he replied indignantly. "I gave her the milk as a
Christmas present, didn't I?"
By Shirley Bachelder
"When someone has taken from you, give it to them, and then you can never be robbed." ~ Somebody’s Grandma
Christmas gift suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To your opponent: tolerance.
To your friend: your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect. ~ Oren Arnold