Stop and Make the Difference...

Every now and then, my mom sends me an email that makes me think about my life and ask myself if I'm living selflessly. I guess that's how mom's are, they just like their sons and daughters living their life to the fullest, not forgetting to share their blessings to everyone around them... and so, I also want to share you the story, and hopefully leave a mark in your life, the way it affected me:


'Excuse me, are you Jesus?'

A few years ago a group of salesmen went to a regional sales convention

in Chicago. They had assured their wives that they would be home in

plenty of time for Friday night's dinner. In their rush, with tickets and briefcases, one of these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table

which held a display of apples. Apples flew everywhere. Without

stopping or looking back, they all managed to reach the plane in

time for their nearly missed boarding.

ALL BUT ONE !!! He paused, took a deep breath, got in touch with

his feelings, and experienced a twinge of compassion for the girl

whose apple stand had been overturned.

He told his buddies to go on without him, waved good-bye, told one

of them to call his wife when they arrived at their home destination

and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal

where the apples were all over the terminal floor.

He was glad he did.

The 16-year-old girl was totally blind! She was softly crying, tears

running do wn her cheeks in frustration, and at the same time

helplessly groping for her spilled produce as the crowd swirled

about her, no one stopping and no one to care for her plight.

The salesman knelt on the floor with her, gathered up the apples,

put them back on the table and helped organize her display. As he

did this, he noticed that many of them had become battered and

bruised; these he set aside in another basket.

When he had finished, he pulled out his wallet and said to the girl,

'Here, please take this $40 for the damage we did. Are you okay?'

She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, 'I hope we

did not spoil your day too badly.'

As the salesman started to walk away, the bewildered blind girl

called out to him, 'Mister....' He paused and turned to look back

into those blind eyes. She continued, 'Are you Jesus?'

He stopped in mid-stride, and he wondered. Then slowly he made

his way to catch the later flight with that question burning and

bouncing about in his soul: 'Are you Jesus?'

Hope you liked it as much as I did... Peace!