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THE BRICK

RABBI CHANANYA SILVERMAN

May 2, 2017

A number of years ago, a young successful executive named Josh was behind the wheel of his sleek new black 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE, traveling through town.

He was driving quite fast, and on the watch-out for kids darting out from between parked cars, so he slowed down when he thought he saw something. But as his car passed, no child darted out, instead a brick sailed out and smashed Into the Jag’s shiny black side door!
 
He slammed on his brakes, threw his gears into reverse and with the tyres spinning madly, drove the Jaguar back to the spot the brick had been thrown from. He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car.
 
“Who are you and what the heck are you doing?” he shouted. “That’s my new Jag! That brick you threw is going to cost you a lot of money.”
 
“Please, mister, 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, mister,” 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? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.”
 
Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair, took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was okay. He then watched the younger brother push him down the street towards their home.

It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder Jaguar XKE - a long and slow walk and Josh never did fix the side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone had to throw a brick at him to get his attention. . . Some bricks are softer than others but whatever bricks of life come at us, God always has good reason for them.

 

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