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 a kid and
pushed him up against a parked car shouting,
"What was that all about and who do you think
you are? Just what the heck are you doing?
Building up a head of steam he went on.
"That's a new car and the repairs are 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 man, "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.
