I am a mother of three (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 reaction. 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 to McDonalds, 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 did.
I did not move an inch. An overwhleming feeling of panic
welled up inside 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 gentlemen, 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 man 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 (to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy
something... they 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 seperate tray.
I then walked around the corner to the table the men had chosen,
as a resting spot.
I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue eyes
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 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 my 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 (part of God), share this need to heal.
In my own way I had touched the people at McDonalds, 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...
be kind to ALL... after all... we are here to learn.
Much love and compassion send to each and every person
who may read this.
Learn how to love poeple and use things.
NOT love things and use people.
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