Breakfast at McDonald's

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 g o 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 h omeless
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 t he 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.

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.



Sorry I know it'slong but had to share

WoW!!!

WOW is right Denise. That made me cry.

(((Whisper)))
This story just rings close to home,,,
I only wish Society would follow in this
womens footsteps...

Me to. I enjoy knowing that there are people in this world who can do
these things.

wow, thanks for sharing. That brought tears to my eyes, tears of
sadness and tears of hope.

Someone please pass the kleenex....I cant see my screen right now

Thank you Kojack for sharing that story.

Thank you Kojack.



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Crap.
You made my cry, you weiner.
Gotta go start my day, with a SMILE on my danged ol' face.

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Oh kojac, I just finished reading this and I'm crying. Now I have to
explain to my 8 year old granddaughter why. I will read it to her and
the parts she doesn't understand, I will explain. It is such a touching
story and this world sure could use more people like the lady in the
story. Thank's for sharing this with us today. Gotta get it
together and explain now.

good story

Thanks for posting this Kojack......so sweet, I loved it!

Thank you Kojack...