Thursday mornings and all I look forward to is listening to RJ Keisha on Break Free on 107.1 FM Rainbow, while driving to office.
Keisha has this very bubbly enthusiastic style that peps me up with lots of energy. Not only does she jockey with style but she also narrates short anecdotes and inspirational stories that force one to think.
Today's story was called "The Brick".
The story was about a young and very successful executive named Josh who was traveling down a street in Chicago.
He was driving quite fast in his new jazzy shiny black Jaguar. As he drove, he watched kids playing and running across the street between parked cars.
And suddenly he thought he saw something and slowed down. As his car passed, no child darted out, but a brick was hurled out and it hit the new car's shiny black side door!
He slammed the brake and the car screeched to a halt in a short distance. To check who had done the damage, he reversed the car.
When he saw the culprit, he halted. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"
"Please, mister, please...I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" pleaded the little boy. "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."
Josh was moved beyond words. He tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat.
Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scratches and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be fine. He then watched the younger brother push his brother on the wheelchair down the sidewalk toward their home.
And now for Josh, it was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, Jaguar - a long and slow walk.
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 has to throw a brick at him to get his attention.
Don't let the bricks in life hit you, be sensitive to those around you.
Thanks Keisha, for this lovely story!
Today's story was called "The Brick".
The story was about a young and very successful executive named Josh who was traveling down a street in Chicago.
He was driving quite fast in his new jazzy shiny black Jaguar. As he drove, he watched kids playing and running across the street between parked cars.
And suddenly he thought he saw something and slowed down. As his car passed, no child darted out, but a brick was hurled out and it hit the new car's shiny black side door!
He slammed the brake and the car screeched to a halt in a short distance. To check who had done the damage, he reversed the car.
When he saw the culprit, he halted. Josh jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That's my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"
"Please, mister, please...I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" pleaded the little boy. "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."
Josh was moved beyond words. He tried desperately to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat.
Straining, he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scratches and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be fine. He then watched the younger brother push his brother on the wheelchair down the sidewalk toward their home.
And now for Josh, it was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, Jaguar - a long and slow walk.
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 has to throw a brick at him to get his attention.
Don't let the bricks in life hit you, be sensitive to those around you.
Thanks Keisha, for this lovely story!
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