Breakfast at McDonald's

Breakfast at McDonald's. Please read until the end.

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 and 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 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.

If you think this story has touched you in any way, please send it to
everyone you know.
There is an Angel sent to watch over you.
In order for him 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.

Keep this going.
--Digitaltangent =^.^=