This was sent to me by my aunt Pat. Its a great story. I wet my pants when I was in the 2ND grade. I wish someone had saved me!
Come with me to a third grade classroom..... There is
a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of a
sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and the
front of his pants are wet. He thinks his heart is
going to stop because he cannot possibly imagine how
this has happened. It's never happened before, and he
knows that when the boys find out he will never hear
the end of it. When the girls find out, they'll never
speak to him again as long as he lives. The boy
believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his head
down and prays this prayer,
"Dear God, this is an emergency! I need help now! Five
minutes from now I'm dead meat."
He looks up from his prayer and here comes the
teacher with a look in her eyes that says he has been
discovered. As the teacher is walking toward him, a
classmate named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that
is filled with water. Susie trips in front of the
teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in
the boy's lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while is
saying to himself, "Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!"
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object of
ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. The
teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts
to put on while his pants dry out.
All the other children are on their hands and knees
cleaning up around his desk. The sympathy is
wonderful. But as life would have it, the ridicule
that should have been his has been transferred to
someone else - Susie. She tries to help, but they tell
her to get out. “You've done enough, you klutz!"
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waiting
for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers,
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
Susie whispers back, "I wet my pants once too."
May God help us see the opportunities that are
always around us to do good.
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