Throws Stone Life
There was a young and wealthy businessman. He recently bought a luxury car, a shiny Jaguar. Now, the entrepreneur, are enjoying the journey with the new car. At full speed, the vehicle her driven surrounds the neighboring streets around it with a sense of pride and prestige.
On the roadside, it appears some children who were playing, throwing things. However, because it goes too fast, not too attention to children.
Suddenly, he saw a man child who crossed from the direction the cars parked in the street. But, not the kids who looked across before.
"Buk ....!" Aah ..., it turns out, there is a fist-sized rock that struck the Jaguar was thrown the boy. Side door of the car and even then torn, scratched stone expressed by someone.
"Cittt ...." besiege car brake firmly. With fury, dimundurkannya car was heading toward a stone thrown. Jaguar is scratched, not a trivial matter. Moreover, the accident was carried out by another person, so think of the Entrepreneur in the liver. Temper flared. He gets out the car in haste. In its child she knew had been throwing stones at his car, and in pojokkannya boy was in a parked car.
"What have you done? Look what you did on my favorite car! Look scratch it!", He shouted, pointing a scratch on the door side. "You certainly understand, jaguarku new cars will need a lot of costs in the garage to fix it." She said with annoyance and fury, seemed to want to hit the boy.
The child seemed to tremble and pale, and tried to apologize, "Sorry sir, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, because I do not know what else to do." Her face looked horrified, and beg her forgiveness. "Sorry sir, I threw the stone, because nobody wants to stop ...."
With tears began to fall on the cheeks and neck, the boy pointed to a direction, near the cars parked earlier.
"That there is a brother who is paralyzed. She slipped and fell out of his wheelchair. I was not strong enough to lift it, he was too heavy, but nobody wants to help me. His body is unable kupapah, and now she is in pain .." Now, he began to sob.
Employers looked at earlier. His eyes began to look forward to the face that stunned it. "Will you help me lift it to a wheelchair? Please, my brother was injured, but I could not lift it."
Unable to say anything else, the young businessman was silent. Anger began to subside slightly after he saw a man who was lying moaning in pain. Throat choked. He was only able to swallow. Soon he walked toward the man, lifted the cripple it toward his wheelchair.
Then, he took his expensive handkerchief, to wipe the wound in the knee bruised and scratched, like a side door of his beloved Jaguar. After a while, the two children were also grateful, and said they would be fine. "Thank you, and may God will repay you."
Both go hand in hand, leaving the entrepreneur who stare at their departure. His eyes continued to follow the boy who pushed the wheelchair, crossed the road to the side of their house.
Reversible, entrepreneurs had to walk very slowly toward his Jaguar. Traced his new Jaguar door that has been scraped it by the stone throwing, as he reflected on the newly passed him.
The damage suffered may not trivial, but the experience was stomping his feelings. Finally, he chose not to remove the scratches. He chose to leave scratches it, it reminded him of the wisdom of this. He wants the message was still evident:
"Do not going too fast in your life, because, someone would throw stones to attract attention."
Oo0oo --- ---
Friends, as well as vehicles, our lives will always be spun, and encouraged to keep it running. On each side, life is also going to traverse a variety of things and reality. However, whether we spur our lives quickly, so there was never time for us to align to look around?
God will always whisper in the soul, and said through our hearts. Sometimes, we did not have time to listen, listen, and be aware of his every utterance. Sometimes we're too busy with various affairs, spurring life with a passion, so oblivious to many things that pass.
Friends, sometimes indeed, there will be "throwing stones" for us that we are willing and able to pause.
Everything is up to us. Hearing promptings and His words, or waiting for someone to throw the stones for us, so that we wake up and stop for a moment?
On the roadside, it appears some children who were playing, throwing things. However, because it goes too fast, not too attention to children.
Suddenly, he saw a man child who crossed from the direction the cars parked in the street. But, not the kids who looked across before.
"Buk ....!" Aah ..., it turns out, there is a fist-sized rock that struck the Jaguar was thrown the boy. Side door of the car and even then torn, scratched stone expressed by someone.
"Cittt ...." besiege car brake firmly. With fury, dimundurkannya car was heading toward a stone thrown. Jaguar is scratched, not a trivial matter. Moreover, the accident was carried out by another person, so think of the Entrepreneur in the liver. Temper flared. He gets out the car in haste. In its child she knew had been throwing stones at his car, and in pojokkannya boy was in a parked car.
"What have you done? Look what you did on my favorite car! Look scratch it!", He shouted, pointing a scratch on the door side. "You certainly understand, jaguarku new cars will need a lot of costs in the garage to fix it." She said with annoyance and fury, seemed to want to hit the boy.
The child seemed to tremble and pale, and tried to apologize, "Sorry sir, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, because I do not know what else to do." Her face looked horrified, and beg her forgiveness. "Sorry sir, I threw the stone, because nobody wants to stop ...."
With tears began to fall on the cheeks and neck, the boy pointed to a direction, near the cars parked earlier.
"That there is a brother who is paralyzed. She slipped and fell out of his wheelchair. I was not strong enough to lift it, he was too heavy, but nobody wants to help me. His body is unable kupapah, and now she is in pain .." Now, he began to sob.
Employers looked at earlier. His eyes began to look forward to the face that stunned it. "Will you help me lift it to a wheelchair? Please, my brother was injured, but I could not lift it."
Unable to say anything else, the young businessman was silent. Anger began to subside slightly after he saw a man who was lying moaning in pain. Throat choked. He was only able to swallow. Soon he walked toward the man, lifted the cripple it toward his wheelchair.
Then, he took his expensive handkerchief, to wipe the wound in the knee bruised and scratched, like a side door of his beloved Jaguar. After a while, the two children were also grateful, and said they would be fine. "Thank you, and may God will repay you."
Both go hand in hand, leaving the entrepreneur who stare at their departure. His eyes continued to follow the boy who pushed the wheelchair, crossed the road to the side of their house.
Reversible, entrepreneurs had to walk very slowly toward his Jaguar. Traced his new Jaguar door that has been scraped it by the stone throwing, as he reflected on the newly passed him.
The damage suffered may not trivial, but the experience was stomping his feelings. Finally, he chose not to remove the scratches. He chose to leave scratches it, it reminded him of the wisdom of this. He wants the message was still evident:
"Do not going too fast in your life, because, someone would throw stones to attract attention."
Oo0oo --- ---
Friends, as well as vehicles, our lives will always be spun, and encouraged to keep it running. On each side, life is also going to traverse a variety of things and reality. However, whether we spur our lives quickly, so there was never time for us to align to look around?
God will always whisper in the soul, and said through our hearts. Sometimes, we did not have time to listen, listen, and be aware of his every utterance. Sometimes we're too busy with various affairs, spurring life with a passion, so oblivious to many things that pass.
Friends, sometimes indeed, there will be "throwing stones" for us that we are willing and able to pause.
Everything is up to us. Hearing promptings and His words, or waiting for someone to throw the stones for us, so that we wake up and stop for a moment?
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