I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me twomore breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the cornerto 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 gentle-mans 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， "1 did not dothis for you...God is here working through me to give you hope". I startedto cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down myhusband smiled at me and said， "That is why God gave you to mehoney...to give me hope". We held hands for a moment and at that time we knewthat only because of the Grace were we able to give ... We are not church goers but we are believers. That day showed methe pure Light of Gods sweet love. I returned to college， on the last evening of class， with this story inhand. I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it... then she lookedup at me and said， "Can I share this？" I slowly nodded as she got the at-tention of the class.
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