Giving Grace to Others ...
I may have those who disagree with me but that is ok. I know this is a forum where we talk about making money and I am all for that BUT I am also glad that there are so many compassionate people around here. I think of great Warriors that have had a financial collapse or a tragic death and how many people on this great forum have gathered around and helped in so many ways.
Lately, I have noticed that there have been a lot of sad, sad stories of potential homelessness, loss of job, home, etc ... . I must admit that I have struggled with thoughts of jugmentalism, ridicule, etc.. BUT after reading the following I was humbled and my hard edge has been a bit softened - here you go ...
WET
PANTS
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 class mate
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 we be able to
see the opportunities that are always around
us to do good..
Lately, I have noticed that there have been a lot of sad, sad stories of potential homelessness, loss of job, home, etc ... . I must admit that I have struggled with thoughts of jugmentalism, ridicule, etc.. BUT after reading the following I was humbled and my hard edge has been a bit softened - here you go ...
WET
PANTS
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 class mate
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 we be able to
see the opportunities that are always around
us to do good..
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