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What Do Angels Look Like?

Like the little old lady who returned your wallet yesterday.

Like the taxi driver who told you your eyes light up the world when you smile.

Like the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.

Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.

Like the rich man who showed you it really is all possible if you believe.

Like the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.

Like the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one left to touch.

Angels come in all sizes and shapes, all ages and skin types.

Some with freckles, some with dimples, some with wrinkles, some without.

They come disguised as friends, enemies, teachers, students, lovers and fools.

They don't take life too seriously, they always travel light.

They leave no forwarding address, they ask for nothing in return.

They wear sneakers with gossamer wings, they get a deal on dry cleaning.

They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, but they are everywhere you look when you choose to see.

~ Veronica M. Hay ~


402 posted on 10/08/2002 5:47:44 AM PDT by lodwick
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Barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched people go by. She never tried to speak, she never said a word. Many people passed, but not one person glanced her way. No one stopped, including myself.

The next day I decided to go back to the park, curious if the little girl would still be there. Right in the very same spot as she was yesterday, she sat perched up high, with the saddest look in her eyes. But today I could not just walk away, concerned only with my own affairs. Instead I found myself walking over to the little girl.

As we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I began walking towards her, I could see the back of the little girl's dress indicated a deformity. I figured that was the reason the people just passed by and made no effort to care. As I got closer, the little girl slightly lowered her eyes to avoid my intent stare.

I could see the shape of her back more clearly. It was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was okay ... 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. Everyone was gone and we were alone.

I asked the girl why she was so sad. She looked at me and with a sad face said, "Because I'm different."

I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled.

The little girl acted even sadder. She said, "I know."

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

She looked at me and smiled. She slowly stood to her feet and said, "Really?"

"Yes, ma'am, you're like a little guardian angel sent to watch over all the people walking by."

She nodded her head yes and smiled, and with that she spread her wings and said with a twinkle in her eye, "I am ... I'm your guardian angel."

I was speechless ... surely I was just seeing things!

She said, "For once you began thinking of someone other than yourself, and now my job here is done."

Immediately, I stood to my feet and said, "Wait! Why did no one stop to help an angel?"

She looked at me and smiled, "You're the only one who could see me, and you believed it in your heart." With that, she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically. So, when you think you are all that you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.

~ Author Unknown ~


403 posted on 10/08/2002 6:07:24 AM PDT by lodwick
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