Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Earth Angels/everyone of YOU


Off to see my cardiologist today. Nothing of concern just me regular check in with him. A few new issues to discuss but nothing really big, I don’t think.

I have shared emails in the past. The special messages I receive so often touch my heart as did this one. Often I have requested people do simple acts of kindness and have spoken of the wonderful feeling that can provide. This message describes that very thing but in words better than any I can find. Always remember, “sometimes all the Heaven Angels are busy so God at times may use regular people to do his work”


This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):



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  w 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. < BR>


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 it’s 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
< BR>


*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



The treasure inside is



precious to me



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



Today I share this



treasure with  thee



*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



It’s the treasure of

friendship you’ve

given me.

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3 Responses to Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Earth Angels/everyone of YOU

  1. Mel says:

    k………awesome story that brought tears to my eyes–but you already know that, sir…..

    Thank you for sharing it here–it was worthy of the read, that’s for sure.

  2. Irene says:

    Dear Bill,
    Once again my daily priorities have been reset and righted. Thanks buddy! Thinking of you often and keeping you in my prayers, Wiseman.
    Irene

  3. Sharon says:

    Hi Bill,

    I loved this story…made me cry! Life is really a lot simpler than we make it. Thanks for sharing this…

    Hi Sharon, I am glad you found the post touching or maybe helpful. I wish I could claim credit for writing the verse. Have a good day.
    Bill

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