Hope you had a great holiday weekend. We did — a house full of company to celebrate Collin’s graduation. We will be celebrating all our church graduations and honoring all our graduates at 9 and 11 am this Sunday, May 31.
I like stories that bring a tear to my eye. Jim Waters sent me a good one. A very wealthy man was driving a very nice car (a Jaguar XF) through a sketchy neighborhood. He was almost back to more familiar surroundings, the speed limit had gone up allowing him to accelerate smartly, and that’s when a brick hit the side of his beautiful new car. His better judgment was to step on the gas and not risk anything worse. But he was so angry his foot instinctively stepped on the brakes. Hard. He got out and there standing right about where he had been hit was a boy, surprisingly young and not looking at all threatening.
The boy’s appearance didn’t do much to cool his temper. He screamed, “You little – – – – – – !!! Look what you did to my car!”
The boy immediately apologized. “Please mister, please. I’m sorry but I didn’t know what else to do. I threw the brick because no one else would stop . . . ”
With tears rolling down his cheeks he pointed to a spot just off the road. “It’s my brother. He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair. I’m not strong enough to lift him. Could you help?”
He was happy to help. Soon the crippled brother was back in his wheelchair and the wheelchair was back on the sidewalk. The man took out his linen handkerchief and dabbed the cuts and scrapes. It looked like everything was going to be OK.
Both boys gave the stranger a hug. “Thank you! God bless you!” And then the wheelchair-bound boy rolled away, pushed by his devoted brother toward their home.
The damage to the passenger door of the Jaguar XF was considerable. It was an ugly scar. But it was never repaired. This man decided to keep the dent to remind him of the lesson he had learned that day: “Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.”