A brief history that allows us to understand that happiness is not a season of arrival, but a way of traveling ...
... I am the mother of three children of 14, 12 and 3 years old, and I recently finished my university career.
The last class I took was Sociology. The teacher was very inspired with the qualities that I wanted to see, with which every human being had been graced.
His latest project was titled "SMILE". He asked the class to come out and smile at three people and document their reactions.
I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say "hello," so I thought this would be "a piece of cake," literally.
As soon as the project was assigned to us, my husband, my young son and I went to McDonald "s a cold March morning, it was the way to share a game time with our son.
We were trained waiting to be taken care of, when suddenly everyone was back, even my husband. I didn't move an inch and an overwhelming feeling of panic engulfed me when I turned around to see what was happening.
When I turned around I perceived a horrible "dirty body" smell and next to me, I saw that two poor men stood; when I looked at the little man who was close to me, he was smiling, his beautiful sky blue eyes were filled with the light of God seeking acceptance.
He said "Good morning," while counting the few coins he brought. The second man was spotting next to his friend - I think he was mentally retarded - and the blue-eyed man was his salvation.
I held back the tears. The young dispatcher asked him what he wanted and he said: "Coffee; it's all, miss" because it was the only thing they had, since if they wanted to sit in the restaurant to warm up a little, they had to consume something.
Then, I really felt it, the impulse was very great, I almost reached the little man to hug him, it was then that I felt all eyes on me, judging my action.
I smiled and asked the young dispatcher to give me two more breakfasts in a separate tray and I walked to the table where the two men were sitting, I put the tray on their table and my hand on the cold hand of the little man; he looked at me with tears in his eyes and said "Thank you!"
I leaned forward patting his hand and said "I didn't do it for you, GOD is here acting through me to give you hope."
I started crying while walking to meet my husband and son. When I sat down, my husband smiled and said "That's why GOD gave you for me, honey, to give me hope."
We held hands for a moment and at that moment we knew the Grace with which we were blessed to be able to give.
I returned to college during the last night class, with this story in hand. I turned in my project and the instructor read it, then looked at me and asked "Can I share this?" ... I nodded slowly as she asked for class attention.
He began to read and I realized that we, as human beings and being part of God, share this need to heal people and be healed.
In my own way, I made people feel at McDonald "s, my husband, son, teacher and every soul in the classroom, that last night as a student.
I graduated with one of the greatest lessons I had ever learned: UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.
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