A MUST TRUE STORY YOU  HAVE TO READ.. 

            Her hair was up in a ponytail. Her favorite dress tied
            with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school and she couldn't wait 
to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home. 
Why? The kids might not understand, if she went to school alone. But she was 
not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he 
wasn't there today. But still her mother worried, for her to face this day 
alone. And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home. But 
the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all.
            About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. 

            There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet 
children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher 
called, each student from the class. To introduce their daddy,as seconds slowly 
passed. At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare. Each 
of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there.
            "Where's her daddy at?" She heard a boy call out. "She probably 
doesn't have one", another student dared to shout. And from somewhere near the 
back, she heard a daddy say, "looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to 
waste his day." The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her mom. And 
looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on. And with hands behind her 
back, slowly she began to speak. And out from the mouth of a child, came words 
incredibly unique.

            "My daddy couldn't be here, because he lives
            so far away. But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a 
special day.
            And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to
            know. All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so. He loved to 
tell me stories. He taught me to ride my bike. He surprised me with pink roses, 
and taught me to fly a kite. We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a 
cone. And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone. Cause my 
daddy's always with me even though we are apart. I know because he told 
me,he'll forever be in my heart." With that, her little hand reached up, and 
lay across her chest.
            Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite
            dress. And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in 
tears.
            Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years. For 
she stood up for the love of a man not in her life. Doing what was best for 
her, doing what was right. And when she dropped her hand back down, staring 
straight into the crowd. She finished with a voice so soft, but its message 
clear and loud.
            "I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star. And if he could 
he'd be here, but heaven's just too far. You see he was a fireman and died just 
this past year. When airplanes hit the towers and taught Americans to fear. But 
sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away." And then she 
closes her eyes, and saw him there that day. And to her mother's amazement, she 
witnessed with surprise. A room full of daddies and children, all starting to 
close their eyes. Who knows what they say before them, who knows what they felt 
inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side. "I know you're 
with me Daddy." To the silence she called out. And what happened next made 
believers, of those once filled with doubt. Not one in that room could explain 
it, for each of their eyes had been closed. But there on the desk beside her, 
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose. And a child was blessed, if only for a 
moment, by the love of her shining bright star.
            And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
           
     


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