| MY THOUGHTS...Short Stories And Poems. |
STOP AND LOOK AROUND BEFORE A BRICK HITS YOU.YYYYYY THE BRICK Y Was travelling down a neighbourhood street, Going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids, Darting out from between parked cars and slowed down Y As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes, Backed the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown. The angry drive Then jumped out of the car, Grabbed the young lad, Pushed him up against the, 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. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I didnt 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 young lad pointed to a spot just around a parked car. "It's my brother," He said, "He rolled off the curb, Fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up." Y The lad 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." Y 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, Dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay. "Thank you and May God bless you," The grateful young lad 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. Y 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. Y Y YGod sends you flowers every springYY God didn't promise days without pain, Laughter without sorrow, Sun without rain, He did promise strength for the day, Comfort for the tears, YAnd a light to show the wayY Y He will bring you through it. Y 02:05 - Tuesday, February 27, 2007 - post commentShare and enjoy
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