A young successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street. He was 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 breaks 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 am 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 wheel chair and I cant lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheel chair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.” Moved beyond words , the driver began to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He lifted the young man back into the wheel chair 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 great full child said to him. The man then watched the little boy push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was 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 us to get our attention. God whispers in our soul and speaks to our heart. Sometimes when we don’t have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at us.
Its our choice: listen to the whisper—or wait for the brick
Courtesy – Ruben uncle