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The Goldfish Bowl

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 —
"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.

~Author Unknown~

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