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Thunder And Lightning

1 comments | Sunday, April 03, 2005



A little kid walks to and from school each day. One morning the weather was bad, with threatining clouds forming as he made his daily trek to primary school.
In the afternoon, a gale was brewing as was the coming thunder and lightning.
The kid's Mother was very concerned that her son would be fearful as he walked home, and god forbid anything should happen to him on the way home with such an electrical storm...
Following the roar of thunder, lightning would cut through the sky like a flaming sword.
Full of concern, the Mother quickly decided to drive along the route her kid goes to school from.
As she did so, she saw her little boy walking along, but at each flash of lightning, he would stop, look up and smile.
With each crash of thunder and then lightning, the little boy would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother's car drew up beside the child, she lowered the window and called to him, "What are you doing? Why do you keep stopping?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look nice. God keeps taking my picture."

posted by Juan Carlos

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you suck go back to elementary! and by the way learn how 2 spell Saxophone not Saxaphone. thank u 4 shopping at Wal-Mart come again

12:46 PM

 

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