David Wilcock
12-19-2000, 07:11 PM
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><font face="arial" size="2">this was in the inbox as i fight my way to the top. service to others in a nutshell, expressed beautifully. </font>
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unconditional acceptance.
i thought this story was worth sharing!
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 play time
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 deficient 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 l
ittle 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 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 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.
if you think this story has touched you in any
way, please send this to everyone you know.
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><font face="arial" size="2">- lisa duba</font>
><font face="arial" size="2">this was in the inbox as i fight my way to the top. service to others in a nutshell, expressed beautifully. </font>
><font face="arial" size="2"></font>
>
unconditional acceptance.
i thought this story was worth sharing!
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 play time
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 deficient 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 l
ittle 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 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 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.
if you think this story has touched you in any
way, please send this to everyone you know.
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><font face="arial" size="2">- lisa duba</font>