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Brick |
A young, successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood
street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching
for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when
he thought he saw something.
As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed
into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and drove the
Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.
The angry executive jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid
and said "who are you and what the heck are you doing? That's a new
car and that brick you threw is going to cost me a lot of money. Why
did you do it?"
The young boy was apologetic. "Please mister... please, I'm sorry. I
didn't know what else to do," he pleaded. "I threw the brick because
no one else would stop." With tears dripping down his face and off
his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked car.
"It's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of
his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Now sobbing, the boy asked
the stunned executive, "Would you please help me get him back into
his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling
lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into
the wheelchair, then took out his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at
the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was
going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the
stranger. Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little
boy push his wheelchair bound brother down the sidewalk toward their
home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very
noticeable, but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side
door. He kept the dent there to remind him of this message:
Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you
to get your attention!
God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when we
don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.
It's our choice: Listen to the whisper... or wait for the brick! |
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