As most of you bloggers and faithful readers know, I seldom forward bulk messages, so when a friend sent me this I started to toss it. After reading it, however, I had a big change of heart. This touching story moved me so much that I decided to blog it, instead of forwarding it…a much higher form of flattery, IMO.… lol… I hope you get a few minutes of reading pleasure from this story, allegedly written by a young mother while finishing her college degree, even though she chooses to remain anonymous.

In her words:

Breakfast at McDonald’s:

This is a good story and is true. Please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts.) I am a mother of three (ages fourteen, twelve and three) 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. Since I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello, anyway, I thought this would be a piece of cake.

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald’s one crisp March morning. It was our way of sharing special playtime with him. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone beautifularound us began to back away…even my husband. I did not move an inch, but an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside 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 closest 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 was 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. When 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 asked, “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. –– author anonymous

I hope this moves the readers of Dames of Dialogue as much as it did me. Since my parents preached and practiced the Golden Rule all my life, I am in the habit of helping anyone I can, but I don’t often take the time to do it for complete strangers. After seeing how this young mother touched so many lives by her kind act, I shall try to do even more in the future. Remember the Golden Rule: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” You may be helping an angel… or even Jesus…without even knowing it. I also like to think that those homeless men found a way to pass this woman’s blessing on to someone else, thus spreading the lesson of love.

Sometimes all it takes is a kindly smile… Who knows?