Once Upon a Time . . . (9)

In retrospect, I wouldn’t say it was my best idea. But as they say, It's the thought that counts. When I lived in the mission field, visiting SDA dignitaries would frequent our home, as my dad was the field president. Usually they would stay for a meal, much to my five-year-old delight. One particular morning, a visitor showed to chat with my parents. As it was just before breakfast-time, I decided I would help out by making breakfast for this visitor. Slipping into the kitchen, I proceeded to pour bowls of corn flakes - my favorite food - in preparation for the meal. It turned out that the person didn't stay, and after bidding the visitor goodbye, my family discovered my doings. Sitting on the table were bowls full of nice soggy corn flakes. I had also added the milk. It made a good laugh, and, although I don't remember the event personally, it made a good story as well. And that’s how I attempted to make this world a better place.

Note to Teacher: This is a true story.