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 running 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 reversed back to the spot from
where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid
who threw the brick and pushed him against a parked car shouting. "What was
that all about? Just what the heck are you doing?"

Building 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!!"

"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 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 May 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...