She came to this earth, blinking in the bright warmth of the welcoming sun and cloudless sky. She had one mission, to bring love and peace to the world. However, when the young angel looked around at all the hate and strife in the world, she saw that her mission was a daunting task.

Even the people she came by yelled at her, called her names and threw rocks at her because she was strange. Some even tried to strip her of her wings. Before too long, this young angel almost gave up all hope of succeeding.

And then the unexpected happened. She was offered a helping hand. With tears in her eyes, the young angel took the hand. It was the hand of an average person. No wings, no halo, but the kindest smile she had ever seen.

And the kind person said, "Don't let anyone get you down. You are strong. You are an angel. Your mission is the most important mission I have ever heard of, and you know what? I'm an angel too."

"... If you're an angel, where are your wings? Where is your halo?" She asked gently, standing.

"I lost them a long time ago, but where I'm going, I don't need wings or a halo for people to know that I am an angel." They smile reassuringly.

"How do you save people then?" The poor angel had no idea how to help all the people who were so mean to her.

"I let them come to me when they are hurting. They want help, and I give it to them. And I hope they influence their friends as well. You see, just the little things can change a person's heart, and those around them. Just one little step at a time. You don't need to get up and preach to crowds, though that is one method, but it is much easier and much more of an impact to merely help someone every day."

She nods, understanding, "How many people have you saved?"

"Not many," They sigh, "It is very hard to keep them whole in the first place, but I know I am influencing the world somehow. A simple act of kindness goes a long way. Don't give up."

The young angel smiles, "Thank you."