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WOW at McDonalds

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
play time 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

I did not move 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
deficient 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 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
to each and every person who may
read this and learn how to LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT

If you think this story has touched you in any way,
please send this to everyone you know.
Here 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.


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