THE BRICK

A young and very 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 and no children appeared, instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes, 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 you 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 curband 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 desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He helped the boy 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! God bless you!"



He then watched the boy push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home. It was a long walk back to his Jaguar, and he never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone would have to throw a brick at him to get his attention.



Life whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes, when we don't have the time to listen...life throws a brick

at your head.

It's our choice: We can listen to the whispers of our soul or wait for the brick.