Breakfast at Jollibee's

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Dearest ,

Your story about what you did, (as per below) inspired me to post this story...Thanks for being an Angel!

With All my Lurve,

Alice

Breakfast at Jollibee'sThis 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, 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 Jollibee'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 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 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 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..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 Jollibee'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.An Angel wrote: Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.To handle yourself, use your head.To handle others, use your heart.

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From:

Sent: Friday, September 14, 2007 8:11 PM

,It is so good to get up this morning and read the messages on HH from you. You sound so much better, a lot more encouraged. I breathe a sigh of relief. I know how it is to be in so much pain, mental and physical, that you just don't think you can go through another minute, or even want to. I see you're going to make it - and excel in your understanding. Gosh, you seem to catch on so fast!!!Reading this message I saw so much of myself. I too was the one, as a little girl, that cared more for the comfort of the other children. I always stood up for the unlovely, those the other kids didn't treat right, the underdogs. So I was ridiculed myself for it and never did hang with the popular kids. Sometimes I wish that in that respect, I had never grown up. Somewhere along the way it started being important to me that others liked me. And I started "conforming". But now at 50, thank goodness, I really don't care anymore if anyone likes me or not. I'm no longer such a "people pleaser" and have found my way back to loving those that the general population sees as unlovable. I was taught a great lesson one day when I worked in downtown Dallas. There were always lots of homeless people everywhere you looked. I really didn't pay them much attention cause it was just too painful. One day I had gone into a little store during my lunch break and was buying some junk food to munch on. An extremely dirty smelly lady walked up to me and ask me would I buy her a candy bar. I said yeah and she said what about something to drink. By that time we had made it up to the cash register and she kept touching me and getting so close to me that I could hardly breathe. Everyone was looking at her and sneering and being so obvious about taking extra steps to get around us cause she smelled so bad. And I had on a white dress - all I could think about was "don't get my dress dirty." I told her to put what she wanted on the counter and I'd pay for it. So she got a candy bar and a Coke. I got out of the store as quickly as possible cause I had to get back to work. The lady sat down against the building with some other homeless people, shared her junk food with the lady next to her, looked up at me and thanked me for LUNCH. I had just a little while before had a filling wonderful hot meal and I had just bought this little lady a candy bar and coke FOR LUNCH!! I felt so guilty. I looked in my wallet but was out of money, so I ran back up to my office and told everybody to empty out their pockets and give me enough money to run back down to Chick-Fil-A and get this lady at least a hot sandwich and some fries. I told them about her and I just had to get her something better than a candy bar for lunch. After I finally got the money together, got the food and found her again, I gave her the bag and told her she needed something better than junk food for lunch. She politely took the bag and asked me if I minded if she saved it for supper. My eyes filled with tears and as I looked down at her...must have been the sunshine in my eyes, or the tears making everything look fuzzy...but for a few minutes there, she looked just like my mother!! Through the dirt and smell and nasty matted hair - she looked just like my mother. I told her if she wanted to go ahead and eat it I would find her when I got off work and buy her supper. After work I went to the ATM and got some money, but couldn't find her - I looked everywhere but couldn't find her anywhere.Since then I've never looked at a homeless person the same. When I see them, I see my mother, my father, my brothers, aunts, uncles. My grandparents. They could be anybody. And I remember that THEY ARE SOMEBODY. And I don't even care if they get my white dress dirty. I don't care if they smell. There's not a lot of homeless on the streets here where I live now. I see a few every once in a while when I'm at work, but nothing to the extent I saw in Dallas, Texas. I think about that lady a lot these days. And at times, I've even thought, you know...that could have been Jesus, just seeing what i would do and how I would react. In one of 's messages I just read, he talked about this same thing. Jesus could be staring us in the face - but in disguise. And also the Bible talks about "entertaining angels unaware". We never know who that stranger is, or even the person lying next to us in bed! But anyway, I have to get ready for work so have to cut this short. I think I got off track somewhere but originally wanted to tell you , how very proud I am that you are actually taking steps to find love for yourself. And as you find love for yourself and send love to others, you will heal. And things all around you will change. And life will be so good for you.I love you, P.S. I had to laugh when you said that sometimes 's words and thoughts were a bit above you. I'm always telling people that talks over my head!! But the good stuff always manages to sink in

[Guest guest]

Now Alice, YOU Make ~Karma cry.. This was soooooooo sweet and

full of love..

I love you.. all of you!! Alice this was beautiful.

Thank you for sharing this.. Now I have to collect myself again..in a

good way of course..

Love

~Karma

Many people will walk in and out of your life, but

only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.

>

> To handle yourself, use your head.

>

> To handle others, use your heart.

>

>

>

>

> ---- Original Message -----

> From:

>

> Sent: Friday, September 14, 2007 8:11 PM

> ,

>

> It is so good to get up this morning and read the messages on HH

from you. You sound so much better, a lot more encouraged. I breathe a

sigh of relief. I know how it is to be in so much pain, mental and

physical, that you just don't think you can go through another minute,

or even want to. I see you're going to make it - and excel in your

understanding. Gosh, you seem to catch on so fast!!!

>

> Reading this message I saw so much of myself. I too was the one, as

a little girl, that cared more for the comfort of the other children.

I always stood up for the unlovely, those the other kids didn't treat

right, the underdogs. So I was ridiculed myself for it and never did

hang with the popular kids. Sometimes I wish that in that respect, I

had never grown up. Somewhere along the way it started being important

to me that others liked me. And I started " conforming " . But now at 50,

thank goodness, I really don't care anymore if anyone likes me or not.

I'm no longer such a " people pleaser " and have found my way back to

loving those that the general population sees as unlovable.

>

> I was taught a great lesson one day when I worked in downtown

Dallas. There were always lots of homeless people everywhere you

looked. I really didn't pay them much attention cause it was just too

painful. One day I had gone into a little store during my lunch break

and was buying some junk food to munch on. An extremely dirty smelly

lady walked up to me and ask me would I buy her a candy bar. I said

yeah and she said what about something to drink. By that time we had

made it up to the cash register and she kept touching me and getting

so close to me that I could hardly breathe. Everyone was looking at

her and sneering and being so obvious about taking extra steps to get

around us cause she smelled so bad. And I had on a white dress - all I

could think about was " don't get my dress dirty. " I told her to put

what she wanted on the counter and I'd pay for it. So she got a candy

bar and a Coke. I got out of the store as quickly as possible cause I

had to get back to work. The lady sat down against the building with

some other homeless people, shared her junk food with the lady next to

her, looked up at me and thanked me for LUNCH. I had just a little

while before had a filling wonderful hot meal and I had just bought

this little lady a candy bar and coke FOR LUNCH!! I felt so guilty. I

looked in my wallet but was out of money, so I ran back up to my

office and told everybody to empty out their pockets and give me

enough money to run back down to Chick-Fil-A and get this lady at

least a hot sandwich and some fries. I told them about her and I just

had to get her something better than a candy bar for lunch. After I

finally got the money together, got the food and found her again, I

gave her the bag and told her she needed something better than junk

food for lunch. She politely took the bag and asked me if I minded if

she saved it for supper. My eyes filled with tears and as I looked

down at her...must have been the sunshine in my eyes, or the tears

making everything look fuzzy...but for a few minutes there, she looked

just like my mother!! Through the dirt and smell and nasty matted hair

- she looked just like my mother. I told her if she wanted to go ahead

and eat it I would find her when I got off work and buy her supper.

After work I went to the ATM and got some money, but couldn't find her

- I looked everywhere but couldn't find her anywhere.

>

> Since then I've never looked at a homeless person the same. When I

see them, I see my mother, my father, my brothers, aunts, uncles. My

grandparents. They could be anybody. And I remember that THEY ARE

SOMEBODY. And I don't even care if they get my white dress dirty. I

don't care if they smell. There's not a lot of homeless on the streets

here where I live now. I see a few every once in a while when I'm at

work, but nothing to the extent I saw in Dallas, Texas. I think about

that lady a lot these days. And at times, I've even thought, you

know...that could have been Jesus, just seeing what i would do and how

I would react. In one of 's messages I just read, he talked about

this same thing. Jesus could be staring us in the face - but in

disguise. And also the Bible talks about " entertaining angels

unaware " . We never know who that stranger is, or even the person lying

next to us in bed!

>

> But anyway, I have to get ready for work so have to cut this short.

I think I got off track somewhere but originally wanted to tell you

, how very proud I am that you are actually taking steps to find

love for yourself. And as you find love for yourself and send love to

others, you will heal. And things all around you will change. And life

will be so good for you.

>

> I love you,

>

> P.S. I had to laugh when you said that sometimes 's words and

thoughts were a bit above you. I'm always telling people that

> talks over my head!! But the good stuff always manages to sink in

>