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
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, "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.