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Old 09-07-2004, 01:12 PM   #1
Wiggles
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Join Date: May 2004
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Emails have hit a new low

Usually If I notice an email that I have received is some preachy thing I delete it instantly, for some reason I decided to read this one and boy do I regret it. At least a while back the emails made sense, read this one below and see if you are as lost as I am.

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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 seI 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 returrk, 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 it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.
Keep this going
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So I read this like 3 times cause I swear I am missing a line or something but it remains the same. A little explanation as to why the fuck everyone backed away from the wife would have been nice, other then making it sound like she shit herself in public or something embarassing like that. Then she goes to the men's table (I thought it meant her husband and sons table for the first read) and places her hand on a blue eyed guys hand who starts instantly crying and says thank you, then her family has some Godly moment to themselves.

Moral of the Story: If you're a blue eyed guy sitting at McDonalds, God will make some moron who can't tell a story get you some free happy meals.
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