The Pink Dress

Presented By

Bonnie M. Wells

"Original Author Unknown"

The little girl sat by herself in the bustling park. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, she looked out of place as she watched the people go by.

Everyone passed by, no one stopped to ask who she was or why she looked so sad.

The child didn't bother anyone, never said a word as joggers whizzed past, parents strolled along with their children.

Many people passed by her, but no one stopped to talk to her ..... including me.

The child remained on my mind long after I'd gone home from the park. I wondered if she had a place to sleep .... if she had food ..... why had I not asked her?

The next day I returned to the park. I needed to know if the child would be there again.....had she been there all night?

Upon entering the park, my eyes searched the area where she sat upon the wooden bench yesterday ..... was she there? Was that her? I walked a little faster ..... Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday. She looked so sad.

Today, I decided, I would 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 be alone.

As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped.

Oh, she's deformed .... that's the reason she's always sitting there and not playing with the other children. That's why everyone just passes by with no effort to speak to her, I thought. 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 okay. 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; the sadness apparent in her eyes, "Because, I'm different" she whispered.

"That you are," I smiled. The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."

"Little one," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

The child looked at me and smiled, then slowly rose to her feet ....."Really, do I really remind you of an angel?" She asked.

"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all the people walking by."

She nodded her head yes, and smiled. It was good to see her smile.

To my astonishment, 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."

"Wait," I exclaimed ..."tell me, why no one stopped 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.

Author unknown

slightly revised by

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posted: 2005 / 2006 / 2007 // BMW