Bobby, Bike and God

From Fwd e-mail: Read and Smile

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 Virgin 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 GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!
     Signed,
     YOU KNOW WHO