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God Bless you all! ~ Worth reading!
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>Don't let your day go on without reading this first, no matter
>how busy you may be!!!
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>The Pink Dress
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>There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park.
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>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.
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>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 little girl's dress.
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>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."
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>I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.
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>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."
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>"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.
>
>Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you.
>
>Make 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.
>
>
>
>Don't let your day go on without reading this first, no matter
>how busy you may be!!!
>
>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 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 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.
>
>Pass this to everyone that means anything at all to you.
>
>Make 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.
>