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<div align="center"><big><font face="serif"><b>WET PANTS</b> <br>
<br>
Come with me <br>
to a third grade classroom..... There is a <br>
nine-year-old kid sitting at his desk and all of <br>
a sudden, there is a puddle between his feet and <br>
the front of his pants are wet. He thinks his <br>
heart is going to stop because he cannot <br>
possibly imagine how this has happened. It's <br>
never happened before, and he knows that when <br>
the boys find out he will never hear the end of <br>
it. When the girls find out, they'll never speak <br>
to him again as long as he <br>
lives. <br>
<br>
The boy <br>
believes his heart is going to stop; he puts his <br>
head down and prays this prayer, 'Dear God, this <br>
is an emergency! I need help now! Five minutes <br>
from now I'm dead <br>
meat.' <br>
<br>
He looks up <br>
from his prayer and here comes the teacher with <br>
a look in her eyes that says he has been <br>
discovered. <br>
<br>
As the <br>
teacher is walking toward him, a class mate <br>
named Susie is carrying a goldfish bowl that is <br>
filled with water. Susie trips in front of the <br>
teacher and inexplicably dumps the bowl of water <br>
in the boy's <br>
lap. <br>
<br>
The boy <br>
pretends to be angry, but all the while is <br>
saying to himself, 'Thank you, Lord! Thank you, <br>
Lord!' <br>
<br>
Now all of a <br>
sudden, instead of being the object of ridicule, <br>
the boy is the object of sympathy. The teacher <br>
rushes him downstairs and gives him gym shorts <br>
to put on while his pants dry out. All the other <br>
children are on their hands and knees cleaning <br>
up around his desk. The sympathy is wonderful. <br>
But as life would have it, the ridicule that <br>
should have been his has been transferred to <br>
someone else - <br>
Susie. <br>
<br>
She tries to <br>
help, but they tell her to get out. You've done <br>
enough, you <br>
klutz!' <br>
<br>
Finally, at <br>
the end of the day, as they are waiting for the <br>
bus, the boy walks over to Susie and whispers, <br>
'You did that on purpose, didn't you?' Susie <br>
whispers back, 'I wet my pants once <br>
too.' <br>
<br>
May God help <br>
us see the opportunities that are always around <br>
us to do <br>
good.. <br>
<br>
Remember.....Just going to <br>
church doesn't make you a Christian any more <br>
than standing in your garage makes you a <br>
car. <br>
<br>
Each and <br>
everyone one of us is going through tough times <br>
right now, but God is getting ready to bless you <br>
in a way that only He can. Keep the <br>
faith. </font></big> <br>
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<pre class="moz-signature" cols="72">--
"Gun control is like trying to reduce drunk driving by making it
tougher for sober people to own cars." - Unknown
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