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 - fathers all deadbeats) 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 latest sucker, my 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 glazed over because of the paint stripper he'd been drinking, He said, ’what arez yous loooooking at looooove?' as he played pocket billiards with himself. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was off his tits on drugs and thought the first man was a giant elephant.
I held my tears as I stood there with them. The spotty teenager 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 - my need for self-affirmation was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes. The fact that he stank of shit stopped me.
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, quickly take the time to slip some rat posion into the food, 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, 'you've got lovely breasts.'
I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. I did this so that I could feel good about myself'
I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband looked at me and said, 'you seem to have picked up lice....’
We held hands for a moment and at that time, and prayed that when the many angled ones invaded this earth that we would be eaten first, so that we didn't live through the horror of the last days of humanity. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day, I discovered that poisoning homeless people was the best way to give praise to my dark lord Cthulhu.
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 hurt people and prepare for the many angled ones to return.
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. Well they all got headlice off me at least.
I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:
- LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE
- MAKE SURE YOU ARE EATEN FIRST - YOU DON'T WANT TO BE AROUND WHEN THE DARK LORDS COME BACK.