'cause We've All Been There

[joekarter]

With all credit to my daughter, 'cause she thinks like me.

Joe

Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner. Her

birthday was coming up and she thought this was a good time to tell her

mother what she wanted. "Mom, I want a new Honda for my birthday, my bike

sucks. "Now, Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker. She had gotten into

trouble at school and at home. Carol's mother asked her if she thought she

deserved to get a something as expensive as a new motorcycle for her

birthday. Little Carol, of course, thought she did. Carol's mother, being a

Christian woman, wanted her to reflect on her behavior over the last year,

and write a letter to God and tell him why she deserved a bike for her

birthday. Little Carol stomped up the steps to her room and sat down to

write God a letter.

LETTER 1:

Dear God: I have been a very good girl this year and I would like a bike

for my birthday. Preferably a Honda.

Your friend,

Carol

Carol knew this wasn't true. She had not been a very good girl this year,

so she tore up the letter and started over.

LETTER 2:

Dear God: This is your friend Carol. I have been a pretty good girl this

year, and I would like a new Honda for my birthday.

Thank you,

Carol

Carol knew this wasn't true either. She tore up the letter and started

again.

LETTER 3:

Dear God: I know I haven't been a good girl this year. I am very sorry. I

will be a good girl if you just send me a new Honda for my birthday.

Thank you,

Carol

Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get her a

bike. By now, she was very upset. She went downstairs and told her mother

she wanted to go to church. Carol's mother thought her plan had worked

because Carol looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," her

mother said.

Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. She looked

around to see if anyone was there. She picked up a statue of the Virgin

Mary, slipped it under her jacket and ran out of the church, down the

street, into her house, and up to her room. She shut the door and sat down

and wrote her letter to God.

LETTER 4:

I GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.

Signed,

YOU KNOW WHO

[biffsgasgas]

nice....

--Biff