dying..

Are you one of them?
Well, it's not yet late for all of us. We can still enjoy each day of our lives as if it is the last.

(sent by a good friend of mine )

3 Angels on a Tuesday Night

Angel No. 1 – After a long queue in the counter, it’s now my turn to pay for my groceries when the cashier noticed that the vegetables and fruits I’ve got has no price in it. That means, I forgot to have it weighed. I was about to get irritated with the thoughts of going back to the weighing section and then fall in queue again, suddenly I heard a soft voice saying, “Its ok mam, I’ll just send the bagger to the weighing section with your fruits and vegetables. Meantime, pay the rest of your groceries, while we're waiting for the bagger, you just wait here in front so you don’t have to fall in line again.”

Angel No. 2 – another worker from the supermarket pushed my cart up to the taxi stand and helped me find a taxi, after almost 30 minutes of waiting, taxi’s still nowhere to find until one man in a white poloshirt and white trousers whispered from my back “car lift?”

I didn’t mind him so he crossed the road already. Another 10 minutes had passed, still no taxi, until I saw the man in white again across the road. I asked the helper if he can approach the man in white. Without having a second thought, the helper crossed the road, talked to the man, and went back to me smiling. “Let’s go to the parking mam. He will wait for you there. I’ll push your cart.”



Angel No. 3 – after the helper and the man in white put my groceries inside the car compartment, we are ready to go. I said thank you to the helper, gave him a small token of appreciation then I went inside the car. The man had the softest voice that night. He asked me, the location of my place then he start driving so carefully. I felt I was safe with him, so I eased my mind until I reached home. He helped me put my groceries out of the compartment; I paid him he said thank you and he left.

At home that night, while I was sorting out my groceries, I realized that I’ve met 3 Angels on a Tuesday Night.

Unconditional Acceptance

I don't get tired of reading this story over and over again.It's making me cry a bit everytime I peruse this.It just touches my heart for some reasons.
It was forwarded to me by a friend long long back. Maybe the story was read by many people already, but I will still post it here.
Here it goes...
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 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 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 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.