I am a mother of three 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, I thought, this would be a piece of cake

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I
went out 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 overwhelming
feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had

A s 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 deficient and the blue eyed gentle man was his
salvation. I held my 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 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 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 th e 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 (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... unconditional acceptance..... after all ....we are
here to learn!

Much love and compassion sent to each and every person who may read this.

Unknown author


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