BREAKFAST AT McDONALD'S
This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through
till 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 go out and smile at three people and document
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
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
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
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 churchgoers,
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, my
son, the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on
the last night I spent as a
I graduated with one of the biggest
lessons I would ever learn
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
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.
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
use your heart. God gives every bird its food, but He does
not throw it into its nest.
Author ~ Unknown
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