A couple of weeks ago, my son and a buddy loaded up on hot pizza, warm dry socks and bottled water and headed to downtown St. Paul to offer these things to those who might need them. Sadly, there were many takers and their supplies were quickly gone. Just before they left, a fellow who had been served earlier stopped by again asking if there wasn’t another pair of socks left. It seems there was a young girl who had just arrived who needed a pair. Unfortunately, Chris explained, the socks were all gone. “Thanks, anyway” the man said and then walked over to the young girl and gave her his pair.
I think I need to assess over my coffee this cold Minnesota morning, how many socks do I need before I give a pair away.