Different To Other People

I remember with one of children's stories I have ever read. There's an alligator pink. Crocodiles are not liked by the crocodiles others. Nobody wants to hang out with him. All of a crocodile like taunting and think it strange because of different body colors. This makes the pink crocodile was sad and hurt. He can not transform itself into another such. Even he himself does not know why her body should be different colors. He was always alone. Her life was lonely because no playmates.

Once, when he was walking in a park, from the distance he saw a girl who was busy water the flowers in the park. He wanted to approach the girl. So he quickly rubbed his body with mud. And he approached the girl. Suddenly drop a small drizzle made the mud smudged so daughter was terrified and ran away from the pink crocodile.

Pink crocodile increasingly sad, it can not be friends with the girl. On another day, the crocodile is to meet again with the girl. And now, he's not trying to change the color of her body again. Unexpectedly the girl's sweet smile is at this crocodile. The girl approached her, watching her watch and suddenly hugged him and said that he was the most beautiful crocodile. Well, this crocodile so happy. Apparently these girls are not afraid of him; do not think he's weird. Then this girl took her home and introduced to anyone he meets. This crocodile happy because he accepted a friend by everyone and is the girls were proud of him because he is a pink crocodile good and funny. They were friendly and where this girl went, she always took the pink crocodile.

I confess I was never and still often feel that if I like the pink crocodile. I also have experienced what it was lonely, alone, abandoned, shunned, neglected. And often I do something that makes other people can see me not only my bad, but also that there is a good thing that I have and I can do. Often unconsciously I had acted outside the boundaries so there are people who wish to appreciate and look at me. But what I can on the contrary, and perhaps more severe. They're getting away from me. And that made me fall in great bitterness, without realizing that there is one person who cares and really understand who I am. For too long, he waited for me to come to him, give me what it is. He is Jesus who really loved me.