“He must be the coldest man I ever met!” she said to herself, starring at him with her big green eyes. “And the rudest! Because I said hello and he wouldn’t even look at me, then I asked How are you? and he wouldn’t move a muscle! He wouldn’t give me a smile…”.
Her passion for lost causes brought her to him. And her desire of saving the world made her stay a little more than usual in his quiet company. And…yes, he was handsome! Yes, he had that “fallen angel” aura…something pointless to love but impossible to ignore.
One more try.
“You’re so cold, can I give you my coat? There you are, isn’t it better?”
She must have hurt his pride…probably. Her pink coat was laying on the snow and still, no intention of him to respond to her kindness. Then she noticed he’s on his knees.
“You are praying? Here? In the park? I guess we can pray anywhere…Hey, can I pray with you?”
She got on her knees, but realized very quickly that that’s a bad idea.
“I hope God wont mind me praying standing…you know, sometimes I don’t even know if he notice me. My knees hurt from that fall I took the other day, while trying to save the lost kitten. Anyway…what are we praying for?”
He moved away.
Okay, one last try.
“Sometimes I don’t know what to pray for. So I just say…Thank you, Father. For the colors and the songs, for the rainbows and the butterflies. Thank you for the love I have in me. Thank you for loving me back. Amen! And…Father Anthony heard me once and he said is the most beautiful prayer he ever heard! But he’s just kind to me.”
Big tears falling from his eyes.
“Oh, you’re crying…Please don’t cry…See, sometimes I feel I’m praying in vain. Like nobody is listening. Once, I was so desperate, (I was climbing a small mountain and a storm began) that I shouted out loud: Here I am Lord! Here, where you can’t hear me! Where you don’t see me! Where should I climb to be closer to you? He heard me, cause the storm stopped and I saw the rainbow…”
A ray of light on his devastated face.
“See? That’s a sign! Oh, I’m so happy I was here with you! Can I hug you?”
She hugged him and kept him warm, close to her heart. She only let him go when her hands got icy cold. Her arms were empty.
The snowman smiled to her from the clear blue skies above. She was sad, then she was grateful. She understood that, maybe, this is her mission.
To see a blessing in every little thing. To hear a response of Heaven in every little prayer. To reach out to the hopeless ones. To love. Above all, TO LOVE.