Our Value...the other day I sat and wrote this long post on how ticked off I was at the lack of integrity that has set in people hearts. It ran on and on about people not being on time, not having the respect to call and say they will be late or not even coming, and better yet it ranted on about those who refuse to answer their phones because now we have caller id and can chose rather or not to talk to a person. I bitched and complained so long the post found its way to the trash.
How do we value others? I have driven to Houston at least six times in the past two weeks and three of those were wasted trips because realtors didn't keep their appointments, return calls, or answer their phones. I know this person who everyone has gone out of their way to help. We have babysat, given shelter, rides,food, clothing and yet if she doesn't want to, she will not answer her phone. I have had people call me (even when I felt like I was on my last legs with pneumonia) to do things for them and try to use the 'Word' to get me to do it. I know people who will take kindness for weakness, never pay for anything, even if they have finagled their way in and call it a 'blessing' from God. I have run around like a nut being chased by a squirrel for people just to have them crack my heart open like a rotten shell and yet I will drop everything to render aid if need be. Am I over valuing myself or am I just thinking of myself? Am I looking for kudos? A pat on the back, or a smile of recognition at the end of the day? Anyway, I'll get off that track. I read this email this morning and it made me think, how do I value others?
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
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
'Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all the
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
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 felt blessed to read it, thanked the one who sent it and shared.