Rævyn Cigány
June 28th, 2001, 01:42 AM
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
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
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.
Blessings to you, my friends!
Rae )0(
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
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
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.
Blessings to you, my friends!
Rae )0(