Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
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Unconditional Acceptance
This is a good story and is true, please read it allthe way through until the end! ( a good lesson )I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and haverecently completed my college degree.The last class I had to take was Sociology.The teacher was absolutely inspiring with thequalities that I wish every human being had beengraced with.Her last project of the term was called "Smile."The class was asked to go out and smile at threepeople and document their reactions.I am a very friendly person and always smile ateveryone and say hello anyway, so, I thought thiswould be a piece of cake, literally.Soon after we were assigned the project, myhusband,youngest son, and I went out to McDonald'sonecrisp March morning.It was just our way of sharing special playtime withour son.We were standing in line, waiting to be served,when all of a sudden everyone around us began tobackaway, and then even my husband did.I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling ofpanic welled up inside of me as I turned to see whythey had moved.As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body"smell, and there standing behind me were two poorhomeless men.As I looked down at the short gentleman, close tome, he was "smiling".His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Lightas he searched for acceptance.He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coinshe had been clutching.The second man fumbled with his hands as hestood behind his friend. I realized the second manwasmentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentlemanwas his salvation.I held my tears as I stood there with them.The young lady at the counter asked him what theywanted.He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was allthey could afford. (If they wanted to sit in therestaurant and warm up, they had to buysomething. He just wanted to be warm).Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great Ialmost reached out and embraced the little manwith the blue eyes.That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurantwere set on me, judging my every action.I smiled and asked the young lady behind thecounter to give me two more breakfast meals on aseparatetray.I then walked around the corner to the table that themen had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray onthe table and laid my hand on the blue-eyedgentleman's cold hand.He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, andsaid, "Thank you."I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I didnot do this for you. God is here working through meto give you hope."I started to cry as I walked away to join myhusband and son. When I sat down my husbandsmiled atme and said, "That is why God gave you to me,Honey, togive me hope."We held hands for a moment and at that time, weknew that only because of the Grace that we hadbeengiven were we able to give.We are not church goers, but we are believers.That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweetlove.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 sharethis?"I slowly nodded as she got the attention of theclass. She began to read and that is when I knewthat weas human beings and being part of God share thisneed to heal people and to be healed.In my own way I had touched the people atMcDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and everysoul thatshared the classroom on the last night I spent as acollege student.I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I wouldever learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.Much love and compassion is sent to each andevery person who may read this and learn how toLOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE PEOPLE.If you think this story has touched you in any way,please send to others.There is an Angel sent to watch over you.~`Happy Day`~ ('',)
* the reson i blog this is to continue to share the "uncondditional acceptance" that ma god sis, pauline believes in....