Article January 1, 2002 ISSUE

The bad day gone good

By Gwendolyn Joy Forest,—USA

Today was not a good day.

First I dropped my bowl of cereal and spilled the milk at breakfast.

Then I broke my little brother's music box, because I turned the crank so many times that it became wound too tight and wouldn't play anymore. Maybe it never will. And my mom told me to please not be rough with his toys.

I didn't know my math for school, and I forgot the map I was supposed to bring from home. It's on a shelf. In my room. Under a cup of water that made all the lines look blurry because they got the map wet. From the water in the cup.

My socks didn't match, and I didn't notice until someone giggled and pointed.

For show and tell I brought the longhorns that my father brought back from vacation. Then, on the way home, they got caught in a bush and broke. Now I will have to show and tell my dad that I broke his longhorns. In two.

At dinner I didn't like the tomatoes because they had some cheese on top. My mom said I have liked it before, but I wasn't so sure. So I didn't eat them. Then I couldn't have cookies for dessert. Because of the tomatoes.

So now I'm going to bed, but I feel kind of bad. This was the worst day I ever had.

In the morning I wake up and think about my terrible day yesterday. What can I do today that will make today better? I know. I can pray. It's as easy as 1, 2, 3.

1. I'm starting my day knowing that You, God, are with me, even at the breakfast table, even at school. I know You are always with me, but I need to remember that.

2. I am Your child. I can't be different from You — whatever I say, wherever I go, and whatever I do. If You are intelligent, I have to be, too. If you are good, so am I.

3. I will listen all day long for what is true. About me. About You, God.

Am I somebody You wouldn't want with You? Am I a music box breaker, homework forgetter, longhorn destroyer?

Not today. Today I'm going to remember my homework, ask my teacher to help me with my math, be gentle with my brother's toys, help my dad super glue his longhorns together where they broke, and thank my mom for making me tomatoes (without the cheese). And even if I spill my cereal, or my socks don't match. I know I can still be happy, because You are with me. No day will be bad, whatever I do and wherever I go, if I stop and remember my special friend — You!

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