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Saturday, June 09, 2007

GILBERT EARNS HIS WINGS


The following story was taken from a 1999 issue of Angels On Earth Magazine, and was written by Peggy Porter of California,


My eight year old son, Gilbert, had only been in Cub Scouts a short time when he was given a derby-car project.
I read the directions and let him do the work. My son was awfully proud of his "Blue Lightning" when he was done, the kind of pride that comes from knowing that you accomplished something on your own.

On the night of the competition, the other boys, with their sleek' polished racers, snickered at Gilbert's lopsided car. But astonishingly, what his car lacked in looks, it made up for in speed. In race after race, Gilbert's car beat its flashy competitors. Finally we were down to the last race. When it was about to begin, Gilbert asked shyly if they could wait for him to pray.
He bowed his head for a moment then announced, "Ok I'm ready."

As the crowd looked on, the "Blue Lightening' wobbled down the ramp and zipped across the finish line just ahead of the other car.
Gilbert was practically turning omersaults when the scoutmaster came over and asked, "so you prayed to win, huh, Gilbert?"
"Oh no sir," Gilbert replied. "It wouldn't be fair to ask God to help you beat someone else.
I asked not to cry if I lost."


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