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.”
Moral: All of us go through all good and bad things in life. We should always remember how we felt when we were in same condition and should not mock others for being in it. Always try to understand their situation as if you are in it and help much as possible praying to god that today you are in a condition to help someone who needs it.
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