Breakfast At McDonald's

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 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, 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.

We are not church goers, 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 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 McDonald'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.


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.

God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Good Memories!!!

Where It All Started.......
This is my class picture when i was in the 12 th grade.........
One of the best years of my life and there are ppl in this picture who really really mean a lot to me.........This is ISC 2 A.......The best classs tht could ever b..........Lemme give you a few details about all the crazy ppl that i ve dealt with and all the stupid shit we ve done in OOTY in The Great Good Shepherd International School-Da Home away from home as they call it..........and A JAIL as we call it.......To think of it now....it wasnt really all tht bad....hahaha.......
On the left top corner is Amrit aka Taddy given to his Tadpole like appearace.....he never spoke a lot actually but when he spoke he really spoke....guy was crazy fun.....born to make sixer comments which were unbelievably hilarious......Next to him is Pawan.....having a really really really long name.........which i dont remember but if u re int. u can ask him.....he s a darling.....really nice guy......will never ever put an end to teasing and irritating me....god how can i ever forget him scaring me all the time by putting dead moths on my desk all the time....n handing me envelopes containg a dead mosquito n its imprint how sick is tht...n the thing is he knew verey well that i m shit scared of any insect so scared tht u cant even imagine lol ...........mocked at by alll the teachers...not in a bad way but coz he was so poor at studies.....never interested in studying even during exams...but always buzy making new things like out 'Rotating Timetable"
really talented guy........probably if he wouldnt ve wasted time makin up new shit he would ve landed up with better grades......Then we have Moshin Ali......aka Bakra....i ve no idea where the bakr thing started......but somehow i feel the name suits him.....hahaha......we girls used to tease him with Ami......reall silly...donno why we used to call her Jodha.....but because he was muslim n ami a rajput.....we were like lodha akbar n alll.....its damned stupid but it was really funny.....n omg the look on ami s face was wortha million dollars....hahaha....she used to get so damned irritated........Then we have the GreAt Amogh.......my pink ball....my pinky....i ve promised him....being my bffs bf....tht i ll have my first marital affair with him.....hahahaha......pinky coz he starts blushing at the drop of the hat.......lol......n hes so damned cute....like a small boy.....lol.....love him.....had so so so much fun with him.......can never forget his glass globe....which i once i called his 'Ball'.....dinn realize what it meant.......just said it n then i regretted it....lol...n then how can i forget the elephant s butt picture he used to draw for me everyday..........Then we have Sritanshu...aka chunti......really really bright n intelligent but so so so so so so damned lazy u have no idea.....i mean even a snail can do better....sleeping alll the time during prep....lol....but had sch lovely hair......which he tried to sike n no of tims.....is funny...but they just wouldnt stand....hahaha....really cute when h used to shake his head....naveena n i found tht very very amusing......Then there s Sanket.......obsessed with cricket.......n scaring me all the time with ghost stories.....i flip put all the time.....cos i was such a scary buchi......lol...phattu i am....lol...then there s dheeraj aka dhirla or dheeru......sweetie pie of a guy....one of my real good friends....then there s kabir....same like sritnshu...so damned lazy...n also intelligent.......the one with the really long nose...hahaha.....he once took out a mascara from my drawer n said tht it was a dangerous weapon.....stupid i noe.!!!!then there s pratik....bengali babu who always kept a low profile.....i remm tht every slam tht he filled he used to sigh n write th date n time n what exactly he wa doin at tht moment......serioudly u ll never come across ppl like the ones in my class ever!!!!...then there s mayuresh....aka kandi...coz he was such a stick....girls would kill for such a small waistline....lol....he was so damned thin he would blow away with the wind......lol.....n then we hve our great nishant ....mad scientist we used to call him......obsessed with cars.....n asking questions all the time..the questions never stop comin when you re dealing with nishant.....n now about my girls.....lower left corner is ami.....dhoni as i call her now.......really ignorant about the facts of life as i would call her.....did not talk for one year in class....shy problem...i still remember the first time she ever spoke dheeraj said...oh my god ami...i thought u couldnt talk.....shit.....but with the girls in the dorm ...my god she never stops talkin...talks n talks n talks....n nothing else......n she is a real dada.....n gosh her fights with the matron are just legndary.......nobody would think tht she could shout like tht...the girl made tht matron cry...now tht s really something.......lol....coz shailaja miss was some strict matron.....haha...i remm once we were late for morning prep n the new matron locked us up in the dorm n then went off for a shower......ami was sooo damned pissed.....n then we were made to kneel down during roll calll......its like a five min punishment......but ami fainted....she fainted..ahahahaha...i dinn notice at first.....i wa s buzy talkin to dheeraj n then maitreyee is pointing at something......it took me a real long time to figure out tht she was pointing to ami..tryin to tell me tht she s fainting......hahahaha.......then there s naveena aka baby genius.....puny to look at but with brains the size of an elephant.....lol......also called as kutti pattani by me.......meening small pea....in tamil....then there s shalini.....senjuti....snigdha....me the b day baby in the picture and zehra....my bff.........there s more.....our adventures are endless.........