My mother in law sent this to me a couple of months ago. It touched me deeply when I first read it, as it touched me again today as I read it again.
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was blindly racing down the residential street, not paying much attention, as he car stereo blared. He was oblivious to everything around him. Until something smashed into the side of his Jag.
He slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest 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? That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to 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 he's too heavy for me.'
The oblivious driver was taken aback. He peeked around the corner to the sight of the rumpled boy tumbled over in his wheelchair. The Jag driver tried to swallow the 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 for words, the man simply watched the boy push his wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable, but the driver took much time before he bothered to repair the dented side door. The dented door sent a message.
'Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!'
Sometimes, someone whispers in our souls and speaks to our heart.
Sometimes when we don't have time to listen....
Sometimes we have to have someone throw a brick at us to get our attention.
It's our choice to listen or not.
-Author Unknown
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