Â WET PANTS
Come with me to a third grade classroom…..
There is a nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk andÂ all of a sudden, there is a puddle between his feetÂ and the front of his pants are wet. He thinks hisÂ Â Â Â Â heart is going to stop because he cannotÂ possiblyÂ imagine how this has happened. It’s never happenedÂ before, and he knows that when the boys findÂ outÂ he will never hear the end of it. When the girls findÂ out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.
The boy believes his heart is going to stop; he putsÂ his head down and prays this prayer, “Dear God, thisÂ is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutesÂ from now I’m dead meat.”
He looks up from his prayer and here comes theÂ teacher with a look in her eyes that says he hasÂ been discovered.
As the teacher is walking toward him, a classmateÂ named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is filledÂ with water. Susie trips in front of the teacherÂ and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water in theÂ boy’s lap.
The boy pretends to be angry, but all the while isÂ saying to himself, “Thank you, Lord! Thank you, Lord!”
Now all of a sudden, instead of being the object ofÂ ridicule, the boy is the object of sympathy. TheÂ teacher rushes him downstairs and gives him gymÂ shorts to put on while his pants dry out. All theÂ other children are on their hands and knees cleaningÂ up around his desk.Â The sympathy is wonderful. ButÂ as life would have it, the ridicule that should haveÂ Â Â Â Â been his has been transferred to someone else – Susie.Â Â She tries to help, but they tell her to get out.Â Â You’veÂ done enough, you klutz!”
Finally, at the end of the day, as they are waitingÂ for the bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers,Â “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”Â Â Susie whispers back, “I wet my pants once too.”
May God help us see the opportunities that areÂ always around us to do good.