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Politics : Sioux Nation -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Knighty Tin who wrote (13878)	4/18/2005 4:48:21 PM
From: American Spirit	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 361153

Until Ken Kesey dosed the Angels with acid, Hunter Thompson introducing them. Then the Angels became flower children (for a day anyway).

To: Knighty Tin who wrote (13878)	4/18/2005 4:50:22 PM
From: SiouxPal	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 361153

Speaking of that.. There are two ways to live your life...One is as though nothing is a miracle, The other is as though everything is a miracle" ~ Albert Einstein > > > 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.