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Breakfast at McDonald's...

msbae

Commodore
I found this on a Friend's Facebook notes just a few moments ago...

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end):

I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, and 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, the 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.
It's nice to know there's still something called 'Human Kindness' in the world. I was beginning to think I was one of the only ones left.
 
I'm not a big fan of tying religion in with natural compassion, but human kindness is something I've always admired greatly. I also believe there are plenty of kind people in the world! :)
 
That was lovely.

Sometimes, god gives you just what you need, exactly when you need it... wonderful.

I remember one evening, weeks ago, when I attended a cultural evening, and had just had a bust-up with my mother, and was thinking rather unkind thoughts about her... and one person there had written a long and tender tribute to mothers, which they recited... It did make me cry, it made me see the good, and not just the bad. And yes, it was healing. I felt so light afterwards. It was just what I had needed. :)

Thanks for sharing that note with us.
 
*sniff, sniff*

Buuuullllllshiiit.

Anything on the internet that starts with "this is true," isn't.
 
*sniff, sniff*

Buuuullllllshiiit.

Anything on the internet that starts with "this is true," isn't.


Well yeah, that was my first thought too. But when you sift out all the "Light of God" mumbo jumbo, it's basically a story about how helping your fellow man is just generally a good idea. Something to be commended, as far as I'm concerned.
 
I'm not a big fan of tying religion in with natural compassion, but human kindness is something I've always admired greatly. I also believe there are plenty of kind people in the world! :)

Working for a Global Health center, you'd be surprised how much foreign aid and compassion for people abroad comes from faith-based organizations.
 
Without all the "god"-stuff it would have been a nice story. Can't she help the guy wihtout inflicting her religion on him?
 
Well, having experience panhandling that goes from:

"Could you spare some change?"

to

"Excuse me, I'm not a pandhanlder -- I just need some money for my gas, my car is stranded..."

to

"My wife is pregnant, I list my job, and we're stranded..."

and to

"As god as my witness..."

It's almsot impossible to count who is legitimately in need and are TRUELY thankful for a kind favor such as the lady displayed here. Some of the same panhandlers here would go up & the down the beach, stealing stuff from people who were out walking, and when they weren't doing that, they walked around asking for money. Some made $20.00 or more a week, one told me.

The lady in the wheelchair missing a leg, she made more and she would use that money sometimes not on food or closes, but beer.

Seeing that part of humanity, I've become quite more sinical than I was before. I say a part of me died from that.
 
*sniff, sniff*

Buuuullllllshiiit.

Anything on the internet that starts with "this is true," isn't.


Well yeah, that was my first thought too. But when you sift out all the "Light of God" mumbo jumbo, it's basically a story about how helping your fellow man is just generally a good idea. Something to be commended, as far as I'm concerned.

The message is fine. The story is heavy handed.

And what is it with these stories of people who help others with "the light of God" in their eyes. Wouldn't it be more noble and Christ-like to help a wretch whose eyes were filled with misery?
 
Jesus, this woman buys two guys a couple of Egg McMuffins and she wants a f*cking medal? She thinks she's an instrument of God because of a couple of Egg McMuffins?

I love how in this story, everyone in the restaurant is a bad, judgmental person, except for her. She's the "sweet light of God's love" while all the rest of the people condemned for backing away from the two stinky guys. Wow, she's so compassionate. She has such kindness, such empathy.

It was just two Egg McMuffins, lady. Get over yourself.
 
That's a well know internet chain letter - I had to blacklist my own sister because she kept sending me that sort of crap.
 
Hhhmmm. The light of God's eyes has inspired me. I will venture forth and find two Dickensian chimney sweeps, and then purchase them egg McMuffins, thus redeeming my life of sin.
 
Nice moral, but really breakfast at McDonalds.... :eek:

That's a well know internet chain letter - I had to blacklist my own sister because she kept sending me that sort of crap.
"Forward this to 10 other people and you'll be extremely lucky tomorrow, otherwise you'll die a horrible death.." :vulcan:
 
Nice moral, but really breakfast at McDonalds.... :eek:

That's a well know internet chain letter - I had to blacklist my own sister because she kept sending me that sort of crap.
"Forward this to 10 other people and you'll be extremely lucky tomorrow, otherwise you'll die a horrible death.." :vulcan:

Every day it's some mawish crap or some story that a 30 second google confirms is complete crap.
 
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