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, 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 as she was yesterday,
and still with the 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 obscenely shaped.
                             I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made
                      no effort to help. 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 even closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly
                    to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see
                     the obscene shape of her back more clearly. She was
                     grotesquely shaped in a humped-over form.
 
 
 
                          I smiled to let her know it was okay, I was there to help, to talk.
                         I sat 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 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
                      and 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. 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 spread her wings and said,
         "I am your guardian angel,"  with a twinkle in her eyes.
 
 
 
 
                              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, So why did no one stop to help
an angel?"
 
 
 
                           She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.
 
 
 
                     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.