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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

>*Breakfast at McDonald's. Please read until the end.*
>*
>This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through
>until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting
>facts!): *
>*
>
>I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed
>my college degree.
>
>The last class I had to take was Sociology.
>
>The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish
>every human being had been graced with.
>
>Her last project of the term was called "Smile."
>
>The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document
>their reactions.
>
>I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say
>hello anyway, so, I thought this would be a piece of cake,
>literally.
>
>Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son,
>and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.
>
>It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.
>
>We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden
>everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did.
>
>I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up
>inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.*
>*
>
>As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and
>there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.
>
>As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was
>"smiling".
>
>His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched
>for acceptance.
>
>He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been
>clutching.
>
>The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend.
>I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed
>gentleman was his salvation.
>
>I held my tears as I stood there with them.
>
>The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.
>
>He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could
>afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they
>had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).
>
>Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached
>out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.
>
>That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me,
>judging my every action.
>
>I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two
>more breakfast meals on a separate tray.
>
>I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen
>as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on
>the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.
>
>He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."
>
>I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this
>for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."
>
>I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I
>sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you
>to me, Honey, to give me hope."
>
>We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only
>because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.
>
>We are not church goers, but we are believers.
>
>That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.
>
>I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story
>in hand.
>
>I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.
>
>Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"
>
>I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.
>
>She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings
>and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be
>healed.
>
>In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband,
>son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the
>last night I spent as a college student.
>
>I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:
>UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.
>
>Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may
>read this and learn how to** *
>
> *LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE
>PEOPLE.** **
>
> If you think this story has touched you in any way, please
>send to
> others.
>
> God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into
>its nest.

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