My Son Volunteered at a Soup Kitchen Instead of Going to Football Camp – A Month Later, We Found Dozens of Giant Soup Pots on Our Lawn, and the Biggest One Changed Everything

stepping closer through the maze of pots.

He did not answer.

He just stared into the pot, frozen.

I reached his side and looked into the pot.

I didn’t understand what I was looking at initially.

Inside the enormous stockpot sat a lump of cardboard.

It had been shaped into a crude trophy.

Someone had scrawled “SOUP KITCHEN MVP” across the front in thick marker.continue reading …