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A young and successful executive was
travelling down a neighbourhood 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
the heck are you 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, 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 may 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
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 your
choice: Listen to the whisper -- or wait for the brick.
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