>From: Angel Gordon <resqdisp@yahoo.com>
>To: Dave Beth Albritton <mtzrt1@starpower.net>,  Shauna Baird 
><leo4you2@yahoo.com>, helen clark <moooocowma@aol.com>,  Laverne Clements 
><sisclem@earthlink.net>, kitty gordon <ggordon@psknet.com>,  rose grant 
><roselandg@yahoo.com>, betty a hedge <hettybedge@aol.com>,  Tina Leavy 
><tina_leavy@msn.com>, wayne lloyd <lpmplus@gte.net>,  pat 
><pookie4u38@hotmail.com>
>Subject: duck?
>Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2001 11:18:46 -0800 (PST)
>
>Listen to the whisper... or wait for the brick!
> >
> >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 drove
>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 a
>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... 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 handi-capped 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 and may God
>bless 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!
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >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: Listen to
>the whisper... or wait for the brick
>
>
>
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