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 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, 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.
Send it back, you'll see why                          !
A Box of                          gold
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With a secret inside                          that has never been                          told
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This box is priceless                          but as I see
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The treasure                          inside is precious to me 
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Today                          I share this treasure with                          thee
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It's the treasure of                          friendship you've given                          me.
Friday, October 3, 2008
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