>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 isn't a place for young children to >play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's 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 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 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 thing >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, "Your 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. > >Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you. M ake sure you send >it back to the person who sent it to you, to let them know you're glad! they >care about you. > >Like the story says, we all need someone... >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 your Guardian Angel watches over you always.