- The smile project :
I am a mother of three children (14, 12, 3 years old) and recently I graduated.
Her last project of the term was called "Smile".
We, the class, asked to go and smile to three people and document their reactions ... I am a very friendly person and I always smile at everyone and say hello, so I thought it would be a piece of cake, literally.
Shortly after the project was entrusted to us, my husband, the youngest son and I went to one of the mornings in March. It was just our way of sharing a special rest with our son.
We lined up and waited for them to serve us, when suddenly everything around us collapsed and even my husband did.
I did not move an inch. A sense of panic seized me when I turned to see why they had moved.
When I turned around, I felt a terrible smell of "dirty body" and two poor homeless people stayed behind me.
When I looked at the little gentleman near me, he smiled.
His beautiful blue eyes were filled with the light of God as he sought acceptance.
He said: "Have a nice day" counting the few coins he had confiscated.
The second man fumbled with his hands while he was behind his friend. I realized that the second man was mentally disabled and that the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.
I kept our tears when I stayed there with them.
The young woman at the counter asked her what they wanted.
He said: "Coffee is all that is missing," because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and get warm, they had to buy something, they just wanted to get warm).
So I really felt it, the stress was so great that I almost caught up with the little blue-eyed man and kissed him.
Then I noticed that all eyes of the restaurant were placed on me and judged each of my actions.
I smiled and asked the young woman behind the counter to give me two more meals on a separate tray.
Then I went to the corner of the table, which the men had chosen as a resting place. So what I did, I put the tray on the table and put my hand in the blue-eyed gentleman's hand.
He looked at me with tears in his eyes and said: "Thank you."
I leaned forward, began to caress his hand, and said, "I did not do it for you, God works here through me to give you hope.
I started crying when I left to join my husband and my son. When I sat down, my husband smiled at me and said, "That's why God gave me a great woman like you honey, to give me hope."
We held hands for a moment and in that moment we knew that we could only thank the grace we received.
We are not visitors to the church, but we are believers. This day He showed me the pure light of the sweet love of God.
The last afternoon of the class I went back to school with this story. I returned "my project" and the teacher read it. Then she looked at me and said, "Can I share that?"
I nodded slowly and caught the attention of the class.
She began to read, and then I realized that as human beings and partners with God, we shared this need to heal and heal people.
On the way, I had touched the McDonalds people, my husband, my son, my teacher and everyone who shared the class the night before I went to school.
Moral of the story: I graduated with one of the most important lessons I would learn: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE!
Well, I was so touched.
Few are these souls ... let us be one
Love always fills us ...
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