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Read this today and don't delete it if you are too busy!
You'll see.
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 backed 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 but 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 a linen 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 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
to listen or not.
Thought for the Day:
If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.
He sends you flowers every spring.
He sends you a sunrise every morning.  Face it, friend - He is
crazy about you!
Send this to every "beautiful person" you wish to bless.
God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without
sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the
day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.
Read this line very slowly and let it sink in.
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

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