One night I was heading to an ice rink with my youth group for a fun night of snowballs, skates and falling over. Half way to Paradice the young guys in the back said they hadn’t had dinner, so I smiled and told them cheekily I knew a place on the way where they could eat for free. I pointed it out to the youth leader who was driving, we pulled into a parking lot and I told them I’d be back for a couple of minutes. A couple of minutes past, and I came back with a black plastic bag full of donuts. “This isn’t super nutritious, but it will fill you up for sure,” I said.
“Where’d you get this?”
“From the rubbish bin behind Dunkin Donuts.” Continue reading