She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart.She must have been 6 years old,this beautiful brown haired.freckle-faced image of innocence.It was pouring outside.The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters,so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart.We waited,some