a life lesson at Breakfast at McDonalds

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In a message dated 7/21/05 3:01:13 P.M. Mountain Daylight Time, ecjensen_us writes:

OM NAMAH SIVAYAi received this email and am passing it along. It is a

true story.Breakfast at McDonaldsI 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 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. To handle others, use your heart. God Gives every bird

it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest. Live the Love of

God.JAI MA

Tears flow reading this. Live the Love of God.

With Love

Om Namah Sivaya

Kanda

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OM NAMAH SIVAYA

 

i received this email and am passing it along. It is a true story.

 

Breakfast at McDonalds

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 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. To handle others, use your heart. God Gives every bird it's

food, but He does not throw it into its nest. Live the Love of God.

 

JAI MA