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The brick

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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 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


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.

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Thank you Ally - that brought tears to my eyes...thank you for posting, should make everyone stop and think.

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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.

Thanks Ally. So true.

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Another one for you.

A professor stood before his Philosophy 101 class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was.

So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open spaces between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He then asked once more if the jar was full. The students agreed with a unanimous --yes!

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and proceeded to pour the entire contents in to the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," the professor said, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things -- your family, your partner, your health, your children, your friends, your favorite passions --things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full."

"The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else -- the small stuff! " "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out dancing. Play another 18 holes. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal." "Take care of the golf balls first -- the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers!!!"

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Whooohooooo - yip!

Thanks Jeff :biggrin: I like it!

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