There was a 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. It 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 and 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 the 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, "You're 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.
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Like the story says, we all
need someone ... and, 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.
Contributed
by
James Odle, Jr.