No One Special
By Joanne Anderson
As I walked along a lonely path a waif did catch my eye. She sat shivering in the cold with just a tattered dress and little else to cover her frail body.I started to walk on, but her sad little eyes seemed to plead, Don’t turn away from me please, My heart went out to the poor sweet child; I kneeled down and asked her name.
Her voice was as sweet as honey as she said “My name is no one special.”
“No one special,” I exclaimed, “that is surely not your name.”
“That is all I have ever heard when someone ask another who I was
“Oh she is no one special. My parents are living with the angels and so is my baby brother, Billy”
My eyes misted as I listened to her painful tell of woe, “Oh you poor child,” I cried, “but how have you survived?”
“With the kindness of strangers, but that is rare and hard to find. You are the only one that has talked to me this long. May I know your name? It surely must be beautiful as your heart.”
I quickly told her my name and ask when the last time she ate was. Although I am not rich; I have a meager pay, when she told me several days, I told her of that we must take care. So I took the waif by the hand and led her to my home and made her a meal and found some warm clothes that my children had outgrown.
Her little eyes lit up at all the treasures she had been given in that one night. She told how no one had ever took the time to give her anything and how she thought I must be an angel, that her mother had told her often told her of.
I assured her that was not the case that I was just a simple person that had seen a need that I could help fill.
Suddenly the waif began to cry.
Puzzled I asked why.
She quickly replied she lost Tillie and she must be so cold.
I now worried was there another waif like this in the cold. That is when she told me that Tillie was her puppy that was also all alone.
So off we went bundled up tight to find the little one. While she walked, and she talked of God’s many wonders and how most people over look them. She showed me a box of trash and said look at the treasures they have thrown away. When I looked I saw mismatched shoes, socks with holes, a half eaten bagel and some wilted lettuce.
Her eyes were lit up as any child’s on Christmas day.. She quickly gathered up her treasures and as we walked along I ask her what she would do with them. She told me these treasures would feed a poor soul for a day and keep one warmer for a little while.
As we walked she gave these things to those I had never noticed before. Was it just me or was there more than there had ever been before. My heart broke as I saw all those poor and wanting, especially the children.
She seemed to notice how I felt and she said “You alone can not change this but you can make the world a better place. Others must be told of this and have their hearts touched as yours and then one day this site you see will not be there to behold, instead you will see happiness and love outshining the brightest sun.
With that she walked between two boxes and came out with a puppy in her arms. As I watched her a glow surrounded the waif and soon she shone with brilliant light as she took on a different form. She was a little angel and she smiled at me and said with angelic glee “I found the heart I was sent to find. The heart resides in thee. May peace be yours and may you forever look for blessings that others cast aside and may your heart forever be a shining light to lead others to his way. Your heart is full of his loving light; just continue to show it to others and you will find that in his time, you will surely see his heaven.
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