The Wet Pants
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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