A Little Break For Everyone

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 his
mother 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 him
if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his
birthday. Little Bobby, of
course, thought he did.

Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his
behavior over the last year.
"Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you
have behaved this year.

Then write a letter to God and tell him why you
deserve a bike for your
birthday." Little Bobby stomped up the steps to
his room and sat down to
write God a letter.

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

Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been
a very good boy this year,
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

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

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

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

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

Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was
not going to get him a
bike.



Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs
and
told his mom that he
wanted to go to church. Bobby's mother thought
her
plan had worked, as Bobby
looked 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 went
into the church and up to the altar. He looked
around to see if anyone was
there. Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of
the Mary. He slipped the
statue under his shirt and ran out of the church,
down the street, into the
house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his
room and sat down with a
piece of paper and a pen. Bobby began to write his
letter to God.

Letter 5
God,
I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT
TO SEE HER
AGAIN, SEND THE
BIKE!!!!!!!!!