*Please read until the end.
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>*This is a good story and it's true, please read it all the way through
>until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):
>
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>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.
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>The young lady at the counter asked him what they>wanted.
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>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.
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>I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.
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>Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"
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>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 this to
>everyone you know.
>
>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.
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>To handle others, use your heart.
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>God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.
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