| The Pink Dress | ||
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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
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