THE BRICK
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>A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood
>street,
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>going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.
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>He was watching for kids darting out
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>from between parked cars
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>and slowed down when he thought he saw something.
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>As his car passed, no children appeared.
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>Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door!
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>He slammed on the brakes
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>and backed the Jag back to the spot where
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>the brick had been thrown.
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>The angry driver then jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid
>and
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>pushed him up against a parked car shouting,
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>"What was that all about and who are you?
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>Just what the heck are you doing?
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>That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of
>money. Why did you do it?"
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>The young boy was apologetic.
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>"Please, mister...please,
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>I'm sorry but I didn't know what else to do,"
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>He pleaded.
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>"I threw the brick because no one else would stop..." With tears
>dripping down his face
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>and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot just around a parked
>car.
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>"It's my brother," he said.
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>"He rolled off the curb and fell out of his
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>wheelchair and I can't lift him up."
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>Now sobbing, the boy asked the
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>stunned executive,
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>"Would you please help me get him back into his
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>wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
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>Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling
>lump in his throat.
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>He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into
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>the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the
>fresh scrapes and cuts.
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>A quick look told him everything
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>was going to be okay.
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>"Thank you and may God bless you,"
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>the grateful child told the stranger.
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>Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the boy push his
>wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their home
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>It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar.
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>The damage was very noticeable,
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>but the driver never bothered to repair the dented side door. He
>kept the dent there to remind him of this message
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>"Don't go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at
>you to get your attention!"
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>God whispers in our souls and speaks to our hearts. Sometimes when
>we don't have time to listen,
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>He has to throw a brick at us.
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>It's our choice to listen or not.
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>Thought for the Day:
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>If God had a refrigerator,
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>your picture would be on it.
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>If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
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>He sends you flowers every spring.
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>He sends you a sunrise every morning.
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>Face it, friend - He is crazy about you!

AMEN!

Unkown Author

I long to see you so that I may impart to you some spiritual gift to make you strong that is, that you and I may be mutually encouraged by each other's faith. Romans 1:11-12

John Trevino

Thanks John.

Sometimes we need something like this to make us slow down and look at the good things the Father gives us and we take for granted.

Earlier in the week, on our way to work, as we saw the sky coloring in the east and the beautiful paterns of the rising sun on the little clouds, my wife remarked how fortunate we are to see the special painting God gives us every morning and every evening.

But we also have to look at others and how we can help without having bricks thrown at us. I am going to try to be more attentive from now on.

Peace that passes all human understanding be with you now and always. Nic

What a beautiful story John! Often times, God often has to throw a brick at us to get our attention. May the Lord help us all to listen and obey the still small voice of the holyspirit.
Lexxy