“Never be so busy as not to think of others.”
Mother Teresa
One late spring morning, in a third grade classroom in a quiet, Midwestern town, a nine-year-old boy named Danny was sitting quietly at his desk. All of a sudden, a small puddle begins to appear between his feet. He struggles to imagine how this has happened, as he tries to hide the fact that his pants are wet. After all, it’s never happened before. And, he knows when the other boys in the class find out what happened he will never hear the end of it. Or worse, when the girls find out, they’ll never speak to him again as long as he lives.… Read the rest
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