jjharts
10-09-2001, 12:45 PM
I got this in an email and thought I would share it with everyone.
WHISPER OR 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 brick smashed into the
Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and spun the Jag back to the spot
where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid
who was standing there and pushed him against a parked car shouting, "What
do you think you are doing, boy?"
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 sir, 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, sir," 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, sir? 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, sir," 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.
WHISPER OR 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 brick smashed into the
Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and spun the Jag back to the spot
where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid
who was standing there and pushed him against a parked car shouting, "What
do you think you are doing, boy?"
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 sir, 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, sir," 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, sir? 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, sir," 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.