Who is your Susie in your life?

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 God help            us see the opportunities that are always around                               us to do                                good..