Subject: WHISPERS OR BRICKS
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 rock 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 gonna 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, sir. 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 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.
Life whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes,
when you don't have the time to listen... Life throws a brick at
your head. It's your choice: Listen to the whispers of your soul or
wait for the brick.
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 rock 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 gonna 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, sir. 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 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.
Life whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes,
when you don't have the time to listen... Life throws a brick at
your head. It's your choice: Listen to the whispers of your soul or
wait for the brick.
Watch for that Brick
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