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 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's who 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, "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.
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.