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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!

Bernie

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:

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.

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!!!

 

A Court-case update!

June 26, 2010
We won our court case and the lien on the house will be dismissed! I can’t tell you what a load off my mind that is….they won’t be able to take our house, all of our money or come back and sue again! Oh yeah what a great beginning to a wonderul weekend! Thank you all for your well wishes and prayers – they worked!!! <B>
Here’s what the Judge said:
“While the court is concerned over the amount of time that has expired since the events that prompted this litigation, it cannot permit a default judgment to persist in light of such obvious defects.  The defects arise not from the acts of the Plaintiff’s counsel, but rather from the miscommunications in the defendant never knowing until recently that he had been sued for dog bite injuries he did not own, nor one he did not have reason to know was at his property.

Consequently, viewing this motion with the liberality by our Rules and striving to reach a just result, the default judgment should be vacated.”

My justice scale

It’s actually the first time in my life that I’ve seen the scale of  justice tip in my direction!

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…..it brought a tear to my eye it was so poignant!

No Arms, No Legs, No Worries

June 20, 2010

Inspiration at its finest – “No Arms, No Legs, No Worries” – The story of Vic Vujicic you can’t miss!

Inspiration at its finest – “No Arms, No Legs, No Worries” – A must see – he makes you think twice about saying “I can’t do it!

A True Duck Story

June 19, 2010

A True Duck Story from San Antonio , Texas

Something really cute happened in downtown San Antonio this week. Michael R. is an accounting clerk at Frost Bank and works there in a second story office. Several weeks ago, he watched a mother duck choose the concrete awning outside his window as the unlikely place to build a nest above the sidewalk. The mallard laid ten eggs in a nest in the corner of the planter that is perched over 10 feet in the air. She dutifully kept the eggs warm for weeks, and Monday afternoon all of her ten ducklings hatched.

Michael worried all night how the momma duck was going to get those babies safely off their perch in a busy, downtown, urban environment to take to water, which typically happens in the first 48 hours of a duck hatching. Tuesday morning, Michael watched the mother duck encourage her babies to the edge of the perch with the intent to show them how to jump off. Office work came to a standstill as everyone gathered to watch.

The mother flew down below and started quacking to her babies above. In disbelief Michael watched as the first fuzzy newborn trustingly toddled to the edge and astonishingly leapt into thin air, crashing onto the cement below. Michael couldn’t stand to watch this risky effort nine more times! He dashed out of his office and ran down the stairs to the sidewalk where the first obedient duckling, near its mother, was resting in a stupor after the near-fatal fall. Michael stood out of sight under the awning-planter, ready to help.

As the second one took the plunge, Michael jumped forward and caught it with his bare hands before it hit the concrete. Safe and sound, he set it down it by its momma and the other stunned sibling, still recovering from that painful leap. (The momma must have sensed that Michael was trying to help her babies.)

One by one the babies continued to jump.. Each time Michael hid under the awning just to reach out in the nick of time as the duckling made its free fall. At the scene the busy downtown sidewalk traffic came to a standstill.

Time after time, Michael was able to catch the remaining eight and set them by their approving mother.

At this point Michael realized the duck family had only made part of its dangerous journey. They had two full blocks to walk across traffic, crosswalks, curbs and past pedestrians to get to the closest open water, the San Antonio River , site of the famed “River Walk.” The on looking office secretaries and several San Antonio police officers joined in. An empty copy-paper box was brought to collect the babies. They carefully corralled them, with the mother’s approval, and loaded them in the container.. Michael held the box low enough for the mom to see her brood. He then slowly navigated through the downtown streets toward the San Antonio River . The mother waddled behind and kept her babies in sight, all the way.

As they reached the river, the mother took over and passed him, jumping in the river and quacking loudly. At the water’s edge, Michael tipped the box and helped shepherd the babies toward the water and to the waiting mother after their adventurous ride.

All ten darling ducklings safely made it into the water and paddled up snugly to momma. Michael said the mom swam in circles, looking back toward the beaming bank bookkeeper, and proudly quacking.

At last, all present and accounted for: “We’re all together again. We’re here! We’re here!”

And here’s a family portrait before they head outward to further adventures.. .

Like all of us in the big times of our life, they never could have made it alone without lots of helping hands. I think it gives the name of San Antonio ‘s famous “River Walk” a whole new meaning! Maybe you will want to share this story with others.

January 23, 2010

Last night was Conan O’Brien’s last Tonight Show appearance as NBC has decided to move Jay Leno back into the 11:30 time slot.

Conan, in the most mature and dignified manner, said goodbye to NBC and his viewers in a hearfelt and virtually inspirational speech:

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 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.

PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID OR WHAT YOU SAID

~BUT~

THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.

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.