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Unconditional Acceptance
Posted on Mar 1st, 2007
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WhiteWolf
WhiteWolf
I received this in my email today. Another one of those stories passed on with the admonition that you have to pass it on and seventeen thousand angels will decend and make your life truly blessed, but if you don't then the demons will come out of the woodwork and cause you such anquish as to make your life a living hell. Okay, I exagerate, just a bit. Now, most of those type of emails I just delete. First off, the people who pass them on, don't delete all the forwards of forwards of forwards, so every email address of everyone who ever forwarded the message is in the message just waiting to be filtered for spammers to use. Please folks, when you forward things, remove the previous addresses so only the message stays intact.
Okay, that being said, this is one of those whose message stands alone. It doesn't require someone telling you to pass it on, because it touches your heart so much, that you can't help but do so.
I have spoken here and in my groups many times about mending the circle. I have spoken about unconditional forgiveness and opening ones heart. This story takes that one step further, unconditional acceptance. Truly taking the ideology of Mitakuye Oyasin (We are all related) into your heart and reaching out to others. The story stands on its own merit. So I will let it speak its truth.
* Breakfast at McDonald's*
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The teacher was absolutely souly inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.
This story touched me because it showed how simply reaching out can give someone hope. What did it cost? A couple of breakfast meals? Less than ten bucks? What did it provide? Hope! Hope that in this world where everyone runs helter-skelter with little time for their own needs, with just a few minutes time and just a few dollars, we can make a difference. The woman in the story, saw beyond the exterior and into the heart of the man. Their hearts connected, their spirits saw beyond the exteriors and reached out. What would you do?
Okay, that being said, this is one of those whose message stands alone. It doesn't require someone telling you to pass it on, because it touches your heart so much, that you can't help but do so.
I have spoken here and in my groups many times about mending the circle. I have spoken about unconditional forgiveness and opening ones heart. This story takes that one step further, unconditional acceptance. Truly taking the ideology of Mitakuye Oyasin (We are all related) into your heart and reaching out to others. The story stands on its own merit. So I will let it speak its truth.
* Breakfast at McDonald's*
I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The teacher was absolutely souly 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 returne d 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.
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 returne d 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.
This story touched me because it showed how simply reaching out can give someone hope. What did it cost? A couple of breakfast meals? Less than ten bucks? What did it provide? Hope! Hope that in this world where everyone runs helter-skelter with little time for their own needs, with just a few minutes time and just a few dollars, we can make a difference. The woman in the story, saw beyond the exterior and into the heart of the man. Their hearts connected, their spirits saw beyond the exteriors and reached out. What would you do?
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That was beautiful, dearest. We should all be so fortunate to give to others like she did. This is love.