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<From: Angel Gordon <resqdisp@yahoo.com< <To: Dave Beth Albritton <mtzrt1@starpower.net<, Shauna Baird <<leo4you2@yahoo.com<, helen clark <moooocowma@aol.com<, Laverne Clements <<sisclem@earthlink.net<, kitty gordon <ggordon@psknet.com<, rose grant <<roselandg@yahoo.com<, betty a hedge <hettybedge@aol.com<, Tina Leavy <<tina_leavy@msn.com<, wayne lloyd <lpmplus@gte.net<, pat <<pookie4u38@hotmail.com< <Subject: duck? <Date: Sun, 9 Dec 2001 11:18:46 -0800 (PST) < <Listen to the whisper... or wait for the 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 drove <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... 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 handi-capped boy <back into the wheelchair, <then took out his fancy 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 <little 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: Listen to <the whisper... or wait for the brick < < < <__________________________________________________ <Do You Yahoo!? <Send your FREE holiday greetings online! <http://greetings.yahoo.com _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp
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