A young and 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 spun the Jag
back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. He jumped
out of the car, grabbed some kid and pushed him up against a parked car
shouting, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what do
you think you are doing?" Building up a head of steam, he went on.
"That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money.
Why did you do it?"
"Please, mister, please. I'm sorry, but I didn't know what else
to do!" pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one
else would stop." Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed
around the 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."
Sobbing, the boy asked the 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 lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and
took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see
that everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and God bless you,"
the grateful child said to him. The man then watched the little boy
push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long walk back for the man to his Jaguar...a long, slow walk.
He never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him
not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you
to get your attention.
God whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes when
you don't have time to listen, He has to throw a "brick" at you.
It's you choice. Listen to the whisper - or wait for the brick.
- Author Unknown -
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