How To Taste A Bit Of Heaven
A man parked his new car on a street in a busy city. When he finished his appointment, he returned
to the car and noticed a little boy examining it closely. When he opened the car door, the boy spoke up:
“Is this your car, mister?” I replied, “It sure is.”
“How much did it cost, mister?” “Sonny, I don’t know what it cost.” “You mean it’s yours and you don’t know what it cost?” “That’s right. It’s mine and I don’t know what it cost.” “Well mister, you don’t look like a man that would steal a car. Where did you get it?” “My brother gave it to me.”
“You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn’t cost you anything?” “That’s right.”
“I – I wish…” I thought I knew that he was going to say he wished he had a brother like that, but I was shocked to hear him finish the sentence. “I wish I could be a brother like that.”
I asked the little boy to take a ride with me but the poor boy said, “I’ll dirty up your car.”
I insisted, and after riding a few minutes, he asked, “Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?”
I stopped in front of a pair of inside steps on a back street. He ran up the stairs and came back
down, slowly carrying his little brother who was crippled with infantile paralysis. He gently placed his brother on the bottom step and pointed to the car and said,
“There she is, Bud. His brother gave it to him and one day I’m going to give you one just like it, and then you can see all the Christmas windows for yourself.”
I said, choking up, “Buddy, you are going to see them all today, this minute, and you are going to pickick ooutut wwhathat yyouou wwantant aandnd hhaveave iit.”t.”
Holding the crippled boy in my arms, I placed him in the front seat of my car along with his brother, and we drove to the biggest toy department in town. The next few hours were the happiest Christmas of my life.
This Christmas, be a big brother or sister to someone in need. You will experience a foretaste of heaven. –Adapted, original author unknown.