About 10 AM Christmas morning, after gifts were opened, all the used wrapping paper gathered and hauled out to the recycle bin, I announced, "It's time to get dressed; it's gonna take about four hours to deliver the pies." I truly expected that he would push back, delay, make excuses . . . but, he didn't. He got up from the couch, went upstairs, changed out of his sleeping clothes into his jeans, came back down and said, "You know Dad, this is really a pretty cool thing you're doing."
I don't know that he'll ever understand the impact that sentence had--and, it got better. He didn't complain once during the trip. The weather was terrible, driving was treacherous, he couldn't use his iPad, but he didn't say one negative word. The topper was when he commented, "Yeah, I guess it's a not great to have to work today." I think he got it.
I hope my employees enjoyed the pies. We delivered 12 pistachio cream pies (with whipped cream and spinkles on top) to 10 different locations, got a lot of smiles and thanks, and it was gratifying. But, more important than all that, the Evil Teenager took a tiny step out of the dark into the light.:)