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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 up the Jag 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 to 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.
sherlook.blogsky.comIf You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine