A Touching True Story

[Guest guest]

Breakfast at McDonald's.

 

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 this to

everyone you know. There is an Angel sent to watch over you. In order for

her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over.

 

An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true

friends will leave footprints in your heart. To handle yourself, use your

head. To handle others, use your heart. God Gives every bird it's food, but

He does not throw it into its nest.

[Guest guest]

Sai Ram and thank you for such an uplifting story. This is what Baba truly

wants of us. Just LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.

 

God Bless.

 

Lisa

Florida

 

 

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