Wet Pants

As long as I'm the mode both for posting and for being in the "holiday spirit", I'd like to share something that my mother sent me last week.

All too often, we get so caught up in our own little reality, that we lose sight of the bigger picture around us and of what others might be going through.

We never know how much of a difference we can make in somebody else's life, but sometimes making that difference involves a sacrifice on our part.  Hopefully in the end, what we give up is more than made up for by what we are able to give.

This piece has touched me more than I can really express in mere words, so rather than tryong to do so, I'll simply let you read it it, and hope that it moves you as much as it has me.

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 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...

Remember.......Just going to the synagogue (or to church or to a mosque) doesn't make you holy any more than standing in your garage makes you a car..

Each and everyone one of us has gone through tough times at one point or another. Always keep the faith. Faith will brighten your days, no matter what your religion.