Stories of Kindness from Around the World

This was a story I wanted to share with you, from a woman who helps the homeless.

I am a mother of three 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.

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 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 including my husband.  I did not move an inch, while 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 body odour and saw two poor homeless men standing behind me.  As I looked at the short gentleman closest to me, he was 'smiling'.  His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of hope 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. After all, if  they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something and they 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 and patted his hand.  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 you are part of my life honey, to give me hope."  We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that because of the good fortune that we had been given were we able to give.

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 share this need to heal people and to be healed.

In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son, instructor and every soul that heard the story in the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student.  But, I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn.