“If you’re angry, you can’t do any of the good things that God wants done.” -- John 1:20
The nerve of her – calling him a narcissist!
He wasn’t arrogant. He has empathy for others. She claimed his insecurities stemmed from low self esteem. It’s true that he couldn’t trust anyone else; he was the only person who wouldn’t hurt him.
What the hell! He didn’t need her any more anyway – “more ducks on the pond!” She wasn’t good enough for him – he was going places! Power and fame were well within his reach. He was smarter, better looking, and harder working than most. And he knew it! Her loss . . . totally!
He watched for kids darting into his path and slowed down when he thought he saw a child.
Crunch!
Something solid smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed on the brakes and smoked the tires in reverse to the spot where the brick had been thrown. Jumping out of the car, Doug grabbed the kid who was standing there and pushed him hard against a parked car.
"What do you think you’re doing?" Anger building quickly now, "That's a $100,000 car and that brick you threw will cost a lot of money. Are you crazy?"
"Please sir, I didn't know what else to do," pleaded the youngster. "I threw the brick ‘cause no one would stop . . ."
Tears were streaming down the boy's chin as he pointed around the parked car. "I’m sorry sir, but it's my brother," he said. "He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair.” He sobbed. "Won’t you please help me get him back into his wheelchair, sir? He's hurt and too heavy for me."
Moved to tears himself, Doug tried to swallow the lump swelling in his throat. He lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and with his silk handkerchief, wiped blood and gravel from the handicapped boy’s scrapes.
"Thank you sir, and may God bless you," the grateful child said. Doug then watched in awe as the little boy tenderly pushed his older brother toward their home.
It was a long, slow walk back to his Jaguar. He never repaired the side door. He kept the dent as a reminder not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention. She was probably more right than wrong - he’s really not as important as he thinks. “Life isn't measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” – Hillary Cooper
Father, our lives are insignificant to the rest of the world. But to You – we are each precious. Help us foster our relationship with You rather than deceiving ourselves with foolish pride. Amen
