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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