One March morning, my husband, my children and I went out to McDonalds. It was just our way of 1 play time with our family. We were standing in line, 2to be served when everyone around us began to back away.
As I turned around, I smelled a 3 smell. Standing behind me were two homeless men. As I looked down at the short man4 to me, he was smiling at me. His beautiful blue 5 were full of God's Light. He said "Good day" as he counted the few 6 he had been holding. The second man was fumbling (摆平) with his hands, standing behind his friend and keeping laughing and talking to himself. I realized the second man was 7mentally (精神上) disabled. The young lady at the counter asked the short man what he 8. He said, "Coffee is all, Miss. " That was all he could9. To sit in the 10and warm up, they had to buy something.
Just then, I noticed all eyes in the restaurant11me. I smiled and asked the young lady to give me two more breakfasts. I then walked to the table that the two men had chosen as a 12 spot. I put the 13 on the table and laid my hand on the short man's cold hand. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."
When I sat down, my husband smiled at me and said, "That is14 God gave you to me, honey—to give me hope." We held hands for a moment and at that time, me knew that we were not church goers but we were believers. That short man's smile 15 me the pure Light of God.
