The Pink Dress

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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 pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never says a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop. The next day I decided to go 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 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 closet I could see the back of the little girl 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 smile” Hello”; the little girl acted shocked, and stammered a “hi”; after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I ask the girl why she was 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 nodded her head yes, and smiled. With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, and then she said “I am” “I’m your Guardian Angel” with a twinkle in her eyes. I was speechless—sure I was seeing thinks. She said “For once you thought of someone other that 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 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.



… 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 you Guardian Angel watches over you always…