“Stricken”

Lifted from here.

Stricken

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
the parked cars
and he 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 his 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 me a lot of money!
Why did you do it?”

The 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,
the boy pointed to a spot
just around a parked car.

“It’s my sister,” he said.
She rolled off the curb and fell
out of her wheelchair
and I can’t lift her up.”

Now sobbing,
the boy asked the stunned executive,
“Would you please help me
get my sister back in her wheelchair?
She’s hurt
and she’s too heavy
for me to lift.”

Moved beyond words,
the driver swallowed the lump
in his throat.
Quickly he lifted
the handicapped girl
back into her wheelchair,
then he took out a handkerchief
and dabbed at the tear-stricken
face of the little child
crouched in her wheelchair.

A quick look told the man
the little girl was going to be okay.

“Thank you!—
and may God bless you!”

the child whispered.

Too shaken for words,
the man simply watched
as the boy pushed his sister,
brave-eyed in her wheelchair,
down the long sidewalk
back home.

It was a long
slow
walk
back
to the Jaguar.

The damage was very noticeable
but the driver never bothered
in the days to come
to repair the dented side door.
He kept the dent there
always
to remind himself of the message
he had just received:

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.

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 these lines
very slowly
and let them
sink in…

If God
brings you to it
He will bring you
through it.

He loves you
more
than you can imagine.

Even the bricks
are expressions
of His love.

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