this email was sent to me few years ago from a very good friend of mine, who goes by nick chtank. on 1 of the networks i work as server co-admin
this story tells that, sometimes, god, our sole, our heart trys to say something to us.
but we are so busy in our lives, that we never get bothered to listen to those inner voices.
its good to move with the world at fast speed, but, remember,never go so fast in your life that some1 has to throe a brick at you to get your attension.
read this story and let me know what you think about it.
your comments are always welcome.
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 backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.
The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid
and pushed him up against 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.
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."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the
rapidly swelling 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
that everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you,
" the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up 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 never bothered to repair the dented side door.
He kept the dent there to remind him of this message:
"Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention!"
God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts.
Sometimes when we don't have time to listen,
He has to throw a brick at us.
It's our choice to listen or not.
God didn't promise
days without pain,
laughter without sorrow,
sun without rain,
but He did promise
strength for the day,
comfort for the tears,
and light for the way.
IfGod brings you to it,
He will bring you through it.