Compassion

[Guest guest]

<<Could we give him another

chance to be part of our " support " group.

Judy H.>>

I sure hope not but if you and some others want to correspond with him on a

list you can go to the onelist site and start a list. It is easy and free.

But I like the list the way it is.

j

[Guest guest]

You are very sweet to say so. Thank you, .

Nina

Re: compassion

Nina,

Regarding your letter: Well said.

Even though we don't always agree, I greatly

appreciate and admire your neverending spirit of

geniune compassion.

[Guest guest]

I thought I would share this. I have seen this a number of times and

each time I read it I get tears in my eyes. I have removed all of the

garbage about HAVING to forward it to x number of people.

Breakfast at Mc'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!):

& nbs p;

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 ab solutely 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 Mc'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 ha d c hosen

as a

resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the bl

ue-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 go ers, 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 i s when I knew tha t 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 Mc's, my 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 an d c ompassion 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.

Blessings

Darla