Breakfast at  McDonald’s


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.