• When I was a child of about seven, I was teased unmercifully by all of the other children at school because I had freckles. Other children had freckles, just not like mine. This made me a very sad person, that never had many friends.

    My friend that lived across the street from me -- Joey was five, was a really sweet boy and so was his grandfather. I just happened to go over to see Joey one day and found out that his grandfather was there visiting. Joey's grandfather seemed to have a keen sense about him and he could tell that something was bothering me. It just so happened that he made a comment about my freckles and that upset me. He apologized and proceeded to tell me --

    That my freckles were the kisses of Angels and that my friends were just jealous.

    I believed that story and it turned my self esteem right around. Imagine the swelled head that seven year old girl had at school the next day. I told everyone that teased me that they were just jealous about my Angel kisses. I confused most everyone that I came in contact with and I was never teased again. Because I believed in this tale, the freckle teasing no longer bothered me. If someone tried to tease me, I just told them the story of my Angel kisses.

    This happened 34 Years ago and I haven't seen Joey or his grandfather in almost that same amount of time, because Joey moved not long after this event took place and I know that Joey's grandfather is probably no longer with us but I would like him to know that I expect him to be giving lots of Angel Kisses, and I hope he's giving some to me.