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 for
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 repartee.
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 been had!"
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
"Are you kidding?" he replied. "I don't even get my wife a Christmas gift
"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 your
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 sympathies."
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
"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
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 said, grinning.
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 bill."
"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?"
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