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
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.
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 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
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 handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen 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 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 to listen or not.
This is the kind of report you are not likely to find in an IMF or World Bank report. It is personal, based on a recent trip to my village to help them build a toilet. Throughout the trip I kept seeing and observing some of the reasons why projects, especially the ones that aim to lift people out of poverty are failing. I do not pretend to be a development expert, but this is just some personal thoughts I will like to share.
Saturday, July 28, 2012, after eating my early breakfast to start fasting for Ramadan at 4:30AM, I headed out to pick up my friends Mohamed (a rural development engineer), and Alidou, (an economist). Off to Ouahigouya, we went. My father’s village is called Sissamba. We arrived in Ouahigouya a little after 8.
Sissamba is one of the 9 villages that constitute the birthplace of Zoromes. My…
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