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  • Li'l Girl In The Park

    4 posts, 4 voices, 428 views, started Jun 18, 2009

    Posted on Thursday, June 18, 2009 by Denise Richardson

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      “The lil’ girl in the park”

      There was this lil’ girl one day sitting in the park. Everyone passed
      and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress,
      bare foot 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
      never did one person stop. Just so happens the next day I decided to go back
      to the park, in curiosity, to see if the lil’ girl would still be there. Right
      in the very spot as she was yesterday she sat perched on high, with the
      saddest look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the lil’ 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 lil’ girl’s dress
      was obscenely shaped. I figured that was a reason the people just passed by and
      made no effort to help. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, “so
      help you” if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
      As I got closer the lil’ girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my
      intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the obscene shape of her back
      more clearly. 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 lil’ girl acted shocked and stammered a
      “Hi” after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
      We talked till darkness fell, and the park was completely empty. Everyone
      was gone, and we at once were alone. I asked the girl why she was so sad.
      The lil’ girl looked at me and with a sad face said “Because I’m different.” I
      immediately said, “that you are!” and smiled. The lil’ girl acted even
      sadder, she said, “I know.” “Lil’ girl,” I said, “You remind me of an angel, sweet
      and innocent.” She looked at me and smiled, slowly she stood to her feet,
      and said, “Really?” “Yes ma‘am, your like a lil’ guardian angel sent to watch
      over all those people walking by.” She shook her head yes and smiled, with
      that she spread her wings and 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.”
      Immediately I stood to my feet and asked, “Wait, so why did no one stop to
      help an angel?” She looked at me and smiled, “Your the only one who could
      see me, you believe, it’s in your heart.” And She was gone. And with that, my
      life was changed dramatically. So, When you think you‘re all you have, remember, your angels always watching over you. Mine was... :o) Pass this to everyone who means anything at all to you.... make sure you send it back to the person that sent it to you, to let them know you‘re glad they care about you.. like the story says, we all need someone.. :o)
      Everyone of your friends is an angel in their own way. There is a road. No simple highway, between the day and the dark of night. And if you go, no one may follow. That path is for, your steps alone.
      (author unknown)



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