The great thing about being a Catholic is that there is humour. Thanks, Ted, for passing on this story.
Until a child tells you what they are thinking, we can't even begin to imagine how their mind is
working.
Little Zachary was doing very badly in math. His parents had tried
everything - tutors, mentors, flash cards, special learning centres. In short,
everything they could think of to help his math.
Finally, in a last ditch effort, they took Zachary down and enrolled him in the
local Catholic school. After the first day, little Zachary came home with a
very serious look on his face. He didn't even kiss his mother hello.
Instead, he went straight to his room and started studying.Books and papers
were spread out all over the room and little Zachary was hard at work. His
mother was amazed. She called him down to dinner. To her shock, the minute he
was done, he marched back to his room without a word, and in no time, he was
back hitting the books as hard as before.
This went on for some time, day after day, while the mother tried to understand
what made all the difference.
Finally, little Zachary brought home his report card. He quietly laid it on the
table, went up to his room and hit the books. With great trepidation, his Mom looked at it and
to her great surprise, Little Zachary got an 'A' in math.
She could no longer hold her curiosity. She went to his room and
said, 'Son, what was it? Was it the nuns?'
Little Zachary looked at her and shook his head, no.
'Well, then,' she replied, 'Was it the books, the discipline, the
structure, the uniforms? WHAT WAS IT?'
Little Zachary looked at her and said, 'Well, on the first day of school
when I saw that guy nailed to the plus sign, I knew they weren't fooling
around.'
Have a wonderful day and God
Bless.
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
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