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 reaction. 
                  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 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 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 deficient and the blue-eyed gentle man 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 (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 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 (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!  
                     
                   
                    
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