Thursday, April 17, 2008
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 that he saw something. As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead a brick smashed into the Jaguar's side door. He slammed on the brakes, and backed the car up, to where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver jumped out of his car, and grabbed the nearest kid, and pushed him up against the nearest parked car shouting, 'What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's a new car, and the brick you threw, will cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?' The young boy was apologetic. 'Please, Mister...please, I'm sorry, but 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 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 a linen 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 boy push his wheelchair bound brother down the sidewalk, towards 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 dooor. 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 to listen or not.
Posted by Amy at 5:52 PM