Monday, May 19, 2008

Little Bobby

Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell hismother what he wanted."Mom, I want a bike for my birthday." Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Bobby's mother asked himif he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Bobby, ofcourse, thought he did.

Bobby's mother, wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last year.

"Go to your room, Bobby, and think a! bout how you have behaved this year.Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for yourbirthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to h! is room and sat down to writeGod a letter.

Letter 1
Dear God,I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. Iwant a red one.Your friend,

Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy thisyear, so he tore up the letter and started over.

Letter 2
Dear God,This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you.Your friend

Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter andstarted again.

Letter 3 !
Dear God,I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for mybirthday.

Bobby knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Bobby wrote afourth letter.

Letter 4
God,I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be agood boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Thank you,Bobby

Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him abike. Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom thathe wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobbylooked very sad.

"Just be home in time for dinner," Bobby's mother told him.Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Bobby wentinto the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone wasthere. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary.He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down thestreet, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his roomand sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Bobby began to write hisletter to God.

Letter 5