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 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
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 boys 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 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.
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.
