Whisper or Brick?

[freedom anjel]

WHISPER OR 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 spun the Jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid that was standing there and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, "What do you think you are doing, boy?"

Building up a head of steam he went on, "That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"

"Please sir, please. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do,"
pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop... "Tears were dripping down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car.

"It's my brother, sir," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up."

Sobbing, the boy asked the executive, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair, sir? 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 lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and bless you, sir," the grateful child said to him. The man then watched the little boy push his brother down the sidewalk toward their home.

It was a long walk back to his Jaguar...a long slow walk. He never did repair the side door. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.

GOD whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart. Sometimes when you don't have time to listen, HE has to throw a brick at you.

It's your choice: Listen to the whisper - or wait for the brick.

America got hit with the Brick.

[torrey]

I ususally get the brick upside my head though. LOL

[sherri13]

bonnie- thanks for the reminder-hopefully we'll start listening for some whispers

[tekela]

Thanks! I needed that.

[Budwoman]

You guys know something.... You will never know just how true this is... Over my years, I have heard whispers on so many occasions that it was unreal but I ignored them. Then, One Day, We came home from the Beach and A little Voice spoke to me directly in my head. This time is was No Whisper. It yelled at me... "Go TO DWAYNE'S HOUSE NOW" Dwayne is my oldest son who at that time had been married 1-year and lived in an apartment about 2 miles away from my home. I left my husband there at the house and the other two boys with him and drove immediately to Dwayne and Cheryl's home. (This was 20 some years ago. He was 19 at the time, he is 42 now) When I got there my little Cheryl was standing outside their apartment and was crying. She was crying so hard that I could not even understand what she was saying... I got her calmed down and we sat on the front poarch until she could talk... I heard all sorts of noises inside the apartment. She finally told me, "Mom, he has gone balistic." Cheryl told me they had gone to a bar and had a few drinks. At the bar someone has put Crack and LSD into Dwayne's drink. I had caused him to not even know who he was or where he was at. He was violent. He had destroyed his little apartment. Cheryl was scared of him. I opened the door and went in. He was sitting on the Floor in the Corner. His eyes had glazed over. But when I Spoke to him, he cried out -- Momma, help me..... I got him up and put him in my car and Cheryl and I rushed him directly to the Hospital. The Amount of LSD in that drink had almost killed him and if I had not gotten him to a hospital when I did, he would be dead today.... Like I said, that was 23 years ago... Since that time he has not used any kind of drugs including POT. He has had three Children who are 19, 18, and 5 years old. Two sons and a daughter that I love very dearly..

My Point, Please start listening to those little voices that tell you things. But, espectially listen when you are yelled at. It could be a life or death situation..

My Love
Donna

[freedom anjel]

Well said Donna!!