The Brick
Good Morning,
In our daily lives we become so accustom to the speed and scattered nature of our minds that we often end up living at the same pace, chasing the fleeting moments as quickly as we invent them. I have seen so many people "blur" their life away that I wanted to throw a brick of my own.
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going way 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 drove 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 a parked car, shouting, "What was that all about and who are you?
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 frightened and apologetic. "Please mister ... please, I'm sorry... 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 his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you," the grateful child told the stranger.
Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the little 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!
Have a wonderful day and give someone a smile today, it may be the only one they see.
Peace and Love, Jim

2 Comments:
Sorry, my life was going a little too fast up until now... and my brick was 5 or 6 gin and cranberries :) So, I finally slowed down enough to stop and read these last 3 posts.
I really like this one. It ties in with a previous one you had about people driving in their own little bubble and oblivious to the outside world. We tend to jump to conclusions when we see someone speeding by - but never think that they could have a very good reason to speed. Sure not all of them have a good reason - but I don't want to put myself in that kind of position that I have to yell at a kid before I know what is really going on.
The "hare mind" will never win over the "tortise heart" .
Peace my friend.
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