This is true story. . .

I am a mother of a very handsome boy (age--6 months) and have recently completed my college degree. One of the last classes I had to take was Sociology. My Professor is without doubt the most inspiring person I've met and exhibit qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.  The last project she assigned was, "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 often say hello to strangers. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally (cheesecake to be exact) Yummm. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, son, and I went out to McDonald's. . . it was a crisp March morning.  This is just our one way of sharing special playtime with our son.

As we were standing in line, waiting to be served, sudden everyone around us began to back away including my husband. I did not move an inch,  an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible body odor, and there standing behind me were two homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was smiling, his beautiful brown 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 brown-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 and all they wanted was to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the brown 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 brown-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 it was only because of God's Grace that we're able to give.

That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love and how we as humans have the power to put a smile on someone's face through little deeds, to give hope to those in despair and how we share this need to heal people and to be healed.

Is it just me or does anyone else have the feeling that that story was culled from a christian publication?

After looking at your picture, I'd love to 'touch' you Naijagirl, stopping traffic with that pretty smile, you should be ashamed of yourself.

webb jamie:

Is it just me or does anyone else have the feeling that that story was culled from a christian publication?

The point of this thread is for people to share a touching story not comment on what other people wrote!

My story is not culled from a christian publication      what's wrong with you  ??

Naijagal12:

The point of this thread is for people to share a touching story not comment on what other people wrote!

My story is not culled from a christian publication      what's wrong with you  ??

Nothing dear, .

^^ and @ OP, this is an email that has been circling around for some time, but its actually touching.
We as humans need to get in touch with our tender side or else we would all be lost.

This is my story 

A black couple just got married and the bride tells her husband,
"Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sexx.
Can you explain it to me first?"
"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put
the prisoner in the prison.

And then they made love for the first time. Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.
Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."
Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."
After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives
him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"
The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal.
Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.
She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."
Simply turning his head,

He YELLS at her,
"Hai bo, it's not a life sentence "wena"!!!   Prisoners get parole.

I know it's a joke but jokes are touching too.

Man's inhumanity in Nigeria.

http://community.vanguardngr.com/profiles/blogs/nigeria-highway-robbery-amp

The Gruesome Murder Of Oluwatoyin Olusesan - Nigerian Village Square

http://www.nigeriavillagesquare.com/articles/reuben-abati/the-gruesome-murder-of-oluwatoyin-olusesan/pdf.html

Nigeria seems to always have a sad story.

^^^
OMG, Talk about horror, what is this world coming to?

babuji:

^^ and @ OP, this is an email that has been circling around for some time, but its actually touching.

yea have seen the email too

SAlUV:

This is my story 

A black couple just got married and the bride tells her husband,
"Honey, you know I'm a virgin and I don't know anything about sexx.
Can you explain it to me first?"
"OK, Sweetheart. Putting it simply, we will call your private place the prison' and call my private thing 'the prisoner'. So what we do is: put
the prisoner in the prison.

And then they made love for the first time. Afterwards, the guy is lying face up on the bed, smiling with satisfaction.
Nudging him, his bride giggles, "Honey the prisoner seems to have escaped."
Turning on his side, he smiles. "Then we will have to re-imprison him."
After the second time they spent, the guy reaches for his cigarettes but the girl, thoroughly enjoying the new experience of making love, gives
him a suggestive smile, "Honey, the prisoner is out again!"
The man rises to the occasion, but with the unsteady legs of a recently born foal.
Afterwards, he lays back on the bed, totally exhausted.
She nudges him and says, "Honey, the prisoner escaped again."
Simply turning his head,

He YELLS at her,
"Hai bo, it's not a life sentence "wena"!!!   Prisoners get parole.

I know it's a joke but jokes are touching too.

LWKMD!!! ROTFLMAO   olodo dis one na own touching stori eh  

Naijagal12:

This is true story. . .

I am a mother of a very handsome boy (age--6 months) and have recently completed my college degree. One of the last classes I had to take was Sociology. My Professor is without doubt the most inspiring person I've met and exhibit qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.  The last project she assigned was, "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 often say hello to strangers. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally (cheesecake to be exact) Yummm. Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, son, and I went out to McDonald's. . . it was a crisp March morning.  This is just our one way of sharing special playtime with our son.

As we were standing in line, waiting to be served, sudden everyone around us began to back away including my husband. I did not move an inch,  an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible body odor, and there standing behind me were two homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was smiling, his beautiful brown 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 brown-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 and all they wanted was to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the brown 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 brown-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 it was only because of God's Grace that we're able to give.

That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love and how we as humans have the power to put a smile on someone's face through little deeds, to give hope to those in despair and how we share this need to heal people and to be healed.

That is life,

You are kind hearted

Your husband is indeed lucky to have you.