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Sociology Assignment – Breakfast At McDonald’s

December 12, 2011

The spirit of Christmas is not just meant to fill our hearts for the month of December – it’s meant to be with us throughout the year as this story so eloquently demonstrates. We all need to smile at those we meet all year long. Imagine the peace and goodwill each of us could pass along to our fellow man!


Breakfast at McDonald’s

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end!
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 son, the 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:


Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to



There is an Angel sent to watch over you.

In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over.

An Angel wrote:

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 its food, but He does not throw it into its nest.

Send it back, you’ll see why!

A box of gold


with a secret inside

that has never been told


this box is priceless

but as I see


The treasure inside is

precious to me


Today I share this

treasure with thee


It’s the treasure of
friendship you’ve

given me… share it with others!!!



Remember Me by Lizzie Palmer

June 25, 2011

This is a poignent and heartfelt video put together by a very mature 15 year old Lizze Palmer called Remember Me.

It will tug at your heart strings and put a tear in your eye; most importantly it will help you remember that our soldiers serve us and how thankful we should be that they are there for us and how we should be there for them!
If there is a soldier in your life please remember and think of them….

Tribute to Michael Jackson

June 25, 2010

What an EXCELLENT way to remember this phenomenal performer’s exquisite talent by having him celebrate another fantastic performer’s exquisite talent…Sammy Davis’ 60th Birthday Celebration..I’d like to thank my friend Vincent Wright for sharing it with me… brought a tear to my eye it was so poignant!

Court Delayed……

June 13, 2010

As if it weren’t enough we have to go through this entire court ordeal in the first place, now it has been delayed!  Our lawyer went to our hearing on Friday, June 12th to offer “oral arguments” and for whatever reason, the motion was transferred to another judge.

Court rules indicate that the motion to vacate should go before the same judge that granted the objectionable order.  However, it was transferred to another Judge and this Judge’s court attendant explained that once he got the motion, he placed it on the June 25, 2010 motion list for whatever reason.

Now we have to live an additional two weeks with knotted stomachs and angst in our hearts not knowing the outcome of this horrid mess.

They say God never gives us more than we can handle and I KNOW that I’m a strong woman, but sheesh, I’m starting to wonder how much I’m expected to endure.

This is such a make or break situation.  If they win – they take everything we own now and will own in the future for something we had no knowledge of or control over – how can I ever come to terms with that?

Again, I ask for your thoughts and prayers that justice is served and we prevail.  I thank you in advance for your kinds thoughts and wish you well in return.


When Your Hut Is On Fire

April 11, 2010

When Your Hut Is On Fire

The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, uninhabited island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming….

Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements, and to store his few possessions. One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, with smoke rolling up to the sky.

He felt the worst had happened, and everything was lost. He was stunned with disbelief, grief, and anger. He cried out, “God! How could you do this to me?”

Early the next day, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island! It had come to rescue him! “How did you know I was here?” asked the weary man of his rescuers. “We saw your smoke signal,” they replied.

The Moral of This Story:

It’s easy to get discouraged when things are going bad, but we shouldn’t lose heart, because God is at work in our lives, even in the midst of our pain and suffering.

Remember that the next time your little hut seems to be burning to the ground. It just may be a smoke signal that
summons the Grace of God.

The Start of the Blues

January 23, 2010

We all have heard of the Rat Pack but did you know they were directly responsible for the start of the blues?

I forgot how marvelous these gentleman were!

The Haiti Disaster – How You Can Help!

January 17, 2010

Tears well in my eyes each time I hear or see news of the terrible devastation that has occurred in Haiti as a result of the unprecedented 7.4 earthquake a few days ago. Authorities estimate as many as 200,000 deaths may result from this catastrophic event. In addition, international aid is slow in coming due to the destruction to the airport as well as all other modes of transportation.

Haiti’s shell-shocked government gave the United States control over its main airport to bring order to aid flights from around the world and speed relief to the impoverished Caribbean nation. Fortunately, it’s helping!

The main pinch point is at the small airport in Port au Prince, which lost its control tower in the tremor. It became so clogged with aid aircraft that many of them had to wait hours to be unloaded and it had to be closed to new arrivals for eight hours. A shortage of jet fuel also meant some could not take off again.

“There’s only so much concrete,” said US Air Force Col Buck Elton. “It’s a constant puzzle of trying to move aircraft in and out.”

Once supplies had been unloaded, blocked roads meant progress in getting them to where they were needed was desperately slow. “People have been almost fighting over water,” said aid worker Fevil Dubien as he distributed water from a lorry in a suburb of Port-au-Prince.

The situation improved with the arrival of the American aircraft carrier USS Carl Vinson, with 19 helicopters on board, which will be used to transport supplies by air. The US is also sending more than 10,000 soldiers and marines to keep the peace.

Charities have managed to set up several field hospitals, and 17 search and rescue teams were picking through the rubble of collapsed buildings with sniffer dogs, pausing every so often to wait for aftershocks to pass.

There are ways you can help via donations:

1. Text “Haiti” on your mobile phone to 90999 to donate $10 to American Red Cross relief for Haiti.

2. Donate your old shoes/sneakers to Soles for Souls – to find the closest location near you.

3. AARP will match your donation, doubling the impact of your dollars! All contributions are fully tax-deductible, and 100% of your gift will go directly to relief efforts in Haiti.

You can mail your donation to:

AARP Foundation
Haiti Relief Fund
PO Box 93207
Long Beach, CA 90809

Or donate online be patient – the site is very busy as a result of matching dollars and may take a few minutes to load – don’t give up!!!

Also, there have always been many Haitian children that were homeless and/or orphans. In recent years many US families have opened their hearts and homes to bring these children here to start a new life. Since the earthquake has taken so many lives, there will be an additional abundance of needy children.

Haitian Orphans

Haitian Orphans

Humanitarian efforts abound here in the US as well as abroad in rescuing Haitian orphans by forgoing the regular formalities. Stay tuned to for further details or subscribe to the Child’s Hope newsletter:

Richard and Malinda Pickett have just learned that the Haitian government is going to issue visas for the three children they have been trying to adopt for the last 5 years. American friends and missionaries currently in Haiti are going to accompany the children home as soon as transportation arrangments can be made! How wonderful for the Pickett’s! Many blessings and much happiness!

Daniela, Danielo and Danel

The Pickett's Haitian Childern, Daniela, Danielo and Danel

The Cab Ride

January 13, 2010

The Cab Ride

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated’.

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy’, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice’.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent
home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ she asked, reaching into her purse. ‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware- beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.




You won’t get any big surprise in 10 days if you send this to ten people. But, you might help make the world a little kinder and more compassionate by sending it on and reminding us that often it is the random acts of kindness that most benefit us all.

Thank you, my friend.

Koalas in Australia when it was 120 degrees for over a week…..

December 28, 2009

At 120 degrees in Australia, it was so hot for a week that Koalas were asking people for water. It’s never been seen before.

One went into a house to try to hide from the heat and to get a bit of shade. This is what happened when the homeowner gave him something to drink. It’s terribly sweet!

Click on a thumbnail to see a larger image.

“Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened” quote by Anatole France, a French poet, journalist, and novelist who won the Nobel Peace Prize for Literature in 1921.

Count Your Blessings

December 17, 2009

We all know that unemployment is the highest it’s been in more than 30 years. Many of our family, friends, and relatives are out of work and have been for months. Times are trying to say the least and Christmastime in particular can be a season when we lose track of what’s really important. It’s capitalism at its best (or worst depending on how you look at it) when it should be about the birth of Christ.

I myself was feeling pretty down in the dumps because I had to call both my family as well as my husband’ s to let them know there would no gift exchange this year as a result of my prolonged unemployment. They understood but I still was feeling like a heel and quite frankly, was a little distressed over it. That is until someone (thanx Debbie!) sent me a little movie called “Count Your Blessings.” After viewing it I suddenly felt better – much better. Why you ask? Because I was reminded about the importance of remembering and being thankful for what I already had, not what I didn’t have.

Take a look, it just might do the same for you and make you feel better as well!

Oh, and don’t forget to have a Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, and/or Season’s Greetings and many, many blessings.