The Pink Dress

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; surely 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. 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.

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