The Brick...

[adewri]

Came in a mail

Worth Reading it ...

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 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 my paralytic grips." 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 his fancy handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts.

"Thank you and may God bless you," the grateful child told the stranger with folded hands. Too short of 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...

[bgill]

Perhaps the boy was aspiring to be a dba (a young Mr Hanky) and the Jag driver was a developer.

[stecal]

I was coming out of a shopping mall last Christmas, walking to my car, when I spotted this little boy crying in the parking lot. I asked him what was wrong. He said his mother, who was working three jobs just to get by, had scrimped and saved all year so there would be some money to buy gifts this year. He said his mother dropped him off at the mall with two one hundred dollar bills and told him to do the shopping for everyone as she had to go to work. The little boy said a man came up to him and took one of the bills. Oh my gosh, I said to myself. I asked the boy what he did. The little boy said he cried out for help. With all of the people around in the parking lot, I couldn't imagine that no one had heard him. "Show me how you cried for help," I asked. The little boy gave out a little "Help," which was barely audible, even though I was two feet away from him. So I took the other hundred dollar bill from him and ran away.

[slimdave]

LOL,

So we have one kid not smart enough to knock on a door to ask for help, whose first instinct is to start throwing bricks at people to get there attention, and yet he is entrusted with the saftey of his disabled brother, and another kid abandoned on the streets with a big pile of cash.

I blame the parents myself.

[Mr.Hanky]

Originally posted by slimdave

I blame the parents myself.

Probably developers, SHOOT 'EM!!

Love
MH

[bgill]

The young boy grew up and did inded follow the dba track. He always remembered the old days when he and his pal Dave took turns pretending that one of them was a cripple and bricked fancy cars that they suspected were being driven by developers. How they laughed when their well rehearsed sob story usually succeeded in bringing a tear to their victims eye, and indeed sometimes an apology for getting in the way of their brick.
One day the boy , now a young man and an up and coming dba, was walking along the street when a Jag with a dent in the door screeched to a halt in front of him, and a balding developer rolled down the window and said 'Hey! remember me? I certainly remember you! You're the guy who put this dent in my door, and to this day I have'nt got it fixed because that incident taught me the most valuable lesson I ever learned, and the dent serves as a constant and humbling reminder.
The young dba blushed and said to the developer, ' yes I do remember you, and I hope you will accept my sincerest apology for damaging your beautiful car. I too learned a valuable lesson that day, although it took me many years to realise it. I now see that a Jaguar is a beautiful and fnely tuned machine, just like my database in fact, and there is no f***ing way that a bast**d developer should be driving it.

So he dragged the developer out of the car and whacked him with a brick.

He kept the brick to remind him of this message: If you hit a developer with a brick, there is a good chance that they won't bother you again.

[slimdave]

At last.

A moral story that we can actually learn from. My heart is touched, and my life changed.

Thanks, Mr bgill!

[adewri]

Who's got the brick, can i borrow it for today.