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 and 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
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,
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
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