Breakfast at McDonald's

Found this in my email today morning...thought i'll share the smile with QL :-)
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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 son, the 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.

LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS -

NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.

Going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. ~ Garrison Keillor

Comments

u r really wonderful... not everyone will do this..
great story my eyes are full of tears thanks for sharing Yalla!
I wish McDonalds did breakfast in Qatar.
aww, svelte, i got goosebumps while reading it... thanks for sharing...
somehow,i felt i ought to be nice to people more than how i usually am.... :-) Going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. ~ Garrison Keillor
svelte, you are really saggi :) Yalla!
shall i take that as a compliment?coz i'm mighty proud of being a saggi :-) thanks anyway! :-) cheers and peace to all! \m/ Going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. ~ Garrison Keillor
THanks for sharing such a wonderfull story
of course it is svelte:) your nick is nice unless i misinterpret it ???? i don't think Yalla!
phoenix2009....u flatter me! *blushes* thanks again....and don't misinterpret ;-) jervis...doing PR for being nice,rather ;-) a late good morning to you! :-D Going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. ~ Garrison Keillor
************************************ I'm Jack's complete lack of surprise
thumbs up for the story... :)
I got really emotional reading that. But I still couldn't help wondering of she washed her hands before she ate her food. I have OCD, forgive me ;-)
First time I have ever cried reading a post.
maybe she used paper tissue to hold the food :-/ Going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. ~ Garrison Keillor
LOL, she might have done that Svelte, but she said... "I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand." I'm only mocking, bless her, if only there were more people like her in the world :-)
yeah we need more warm hearts like hers in this world... Going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. ~ Garrison Keillor
beautiful in every possible way:)
thanks for sharing, so beautiful!
2 quarter pounders with cheese and a room in your house would have been a better idea.
excuse me svelte, but those two people were me and my friend , we had been to a party the following evening and had slept on the beach. my friend wasnt handicapped in any way he was still drunk, so was i , thats why i was smiling insanely at you . but hey thanks for the breakfasts.
ahem...actually this isn't me in the post,in case there's anyone around here thinking so.this is just a message i received in my email today and thought of sharing. thanks! Going to church no more makes you a Christian than standing in a garage makes you a car. ~ Garrison Keillor
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