Wait For The Brick

There is a very famous story: 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 drove 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 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… 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 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 his fancy 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 little 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: Listen to the whisper … or wait for the brick!

 

My Life ~ How I drive

I have been driving now for over 15 years and I have been known to drive at break-neck speeds. Also, my driving style has been quoted by many as “rash”. But, since I bought my new Car in 2009, I have changed my driving style completely. Also, being in US, I have been more patient on roads and drive under the given speed limits; very careful over bumps and bad roads. I was timing myself and noticed that it now takes me 50 minutes to reach office where it used to take me 30 minutes earlier. While I loose time driving, I have started to enjoy my driving. I use this time to do lot of thinking. Many of my blog entries are conceived as I am driving down to office. 

Retrospecting on my life today, I realized that my driving is a reflection of my life. I was in the fast lane always, wanted to do everything the same day, wanted to to everything – simply rushing past my life. But, for last few months, I have changed quite a bit. I do not push as hard as I used to earlier, I do not rush into things as I used to earlier, most importantly I am thinking a lot more than I used to. And, I realize how important all this was.

Assuming that this co-relation is a true, two things that I would like to relate to my life:
1. Car fuel efficiency increases by 25% with this new driving style. I have noticed that because I have started to take things at a slower pace, I have been able to retain small tasks lot more that I have been in the past. I do not completely forget the lesser things in life and;
2. I still at times compete with others on the road and it is then when I go back to being the original Kapil thus proving myself that I have not lost my ability

 

The Night

The great thing about night is that everything around is dark. You can hardly see your hand let alone who is walking right next to you. Try this with a cloudy sky and you will know what I mean. It reminds us how lucky we are to have light.

One of these night, I managed to scare myself, and I had to use my instincts more than ever. If you know me and my driving, you may have figured out by now what I mean – when I say I use my instincts – Gunning down the NH8 at 180 KMPH in my Verna beats all kinds of thrills.

Will do it ever again – maybe not. It was just one of these days. I guess I did a little too much to scare myself.
P.S.: No telling my dad or preeti.