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The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's, one crisp March morning. We were waiting to be served, when suddenly everyone around us began to back away. As I turned around to see what was happening I smelled a horrible ¡°dirty body¡± smell...and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.

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All he ordered was coffee because that was all they could afford to sit in the restaurant and warm up. Then I felt a strong compulsion to reach out and to embrace the blueª²eyed man. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me...judging my every action.

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I smiled and asked for two more breakfast. I put the tray on the table where the two men were seated and laid my hand on the blueª²eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, ¡°Thank you.¡± I leaned over, began to hold his hand and said, ¡°God is here working through me to give you hope.¡±

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When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, ¡°That is why God gave you to me, Honey...to give me hope.¡±

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I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand. I turned in ¡°my project¡± and we shared the story in the class...It is then that I knew that we, as human beings share this need to heal people and be healed.

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In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my husband, son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn¡ªUnconditional Acceptance!

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