There was this little girl sitting by herself
in the park.
Everyone passed by her and never stopped to
see why
she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink
dress,
barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and
watched
the people go by. She never tried to speak.
She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would
stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the
park in curiosity to see if the little girl
would
still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the
very spot where she was yesterday, and
still with the same sad look in her eyes.
Today I was to make my own move
and walk over to the little girl. For as we
all
know, a park full of strange people is not a
place for young children to
play alone. As I got closer I could see the
back
of the little girl's dress was grotesquely
shaped.
I figured that was the reason
people just passed by and made no effort to
speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to
our
society and, heaven forbid if you make a step
toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her
eyes
slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I
approached her,
I could see the shape of her back more
clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over
form. I
smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there
to help,
to talk. I sat down beside her and opened with
a simple,
"hello";
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a
"hi";
after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and
she
shyly smiled back. We talked until
darkness fell and the park was completely
empty. I
asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face
said,
"Because, I'm
different"; I immediately said, "That you
are!"; and
smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and
said,
"I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an
angel,
sweet and innocent"; She looked at me and
smiled,
then slowly she got to her feet and said,
"really?";
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent
to
watch over all those people walking by"; She
nodded her head yes,
and
smiled.
With that she opened the back
of her pink dress and allowed her wings to
spread,
then she said "I am. I'm your Guardian Angel";
with a
twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless-sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once you thought of someone
other
than yourself. My job here is done";
I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did
no one stop to help an angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Your the
only
one that could see me"; and then she was gone.
And with that, my life was changed
dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have,
remember, your angel is always watching over
you.
Pass this to everyone that means
anything at all to you. . . make sure you
send it back to the person who sent it to you,
to let them know you're glad they care about
you.
Like the story says, we all need someone.
Every one
of your friends is an Angel in their own way.
The value of a friend is measured in the
heart.
I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you
always.
God Bless You All Today