When a defining moment comes along,
                     you define the moment,
              or the moment defines you. 1

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, God!
              Thank you!

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 . . .
The remarkable thing is
that we really love our neighbour as ourselves:
      we do unto others as we do unto ourselves.
              We hate others when we hate ourselves.
              We are tolerant toward others when we tolerate ourselves.
              We forgive others when we forgive ourselves.
                      We are prone to sacrifice others
                              when we are ready to sacrifice ourselves.

    It is not love of self but hatred of self
              which is at the root of the troubles that afflict our world.
Noble deeds are most estimable when hidden. 4

So, when the opportunity comes . . .
step up to the plate . . .

Life is mostly froth and bubble
      Two things stand like stone
              Kindness in another's trouble
              and courage in your own.  

                           . . . when you do merciful deeds,
                   do not sound a trumpet before you . . .
              don't let your left hand know
      what your right hand’s doing.
God will reward you
for the good that is done in secret.

Remember . . .
Just going to church doesn't make you a Christian
any more than standing in your garage makes you a

Speak your truth quietly . . .

                              Keep the faith . . .
[1] Kevin Costner
[2] -Wet Pants ~Unknown
[3] ~Eric Hoffer
[4] ~Blaise Pascal
[5] ~Princess Diana
[6] ~Jesus the Nazarene

Based on a contribution from Penny Crowe
MorningStar Inspirations from
Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life
- Dedicated to helping people return (and maintain) sanity and decency to life -
From the eBook: "One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman MA, © 2007-2017

Questions and comments welcomed.
Wet  Pants
      A story of empathy and compassion