This is in honor of "Brother"
The following story describes perfectly the nature of my brother.
A BROTHER LIKE THAT
by C. Roy Angell
Copied from The Guideposts Christmas Treasury
Copied from The Guideposts Christmas Treasury
Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present.
On Christmas Eve
when Paul came out of his office,
a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car,
admiring it.
"Is this your car, Mister?" he asked.
Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You
mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He
hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he
had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels.
"I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that."
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added,
"Would you like to take
a ride in my automobile?"
"Oh yes, I'd love that."
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind
driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad
wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But
Paul was wrong again.
"Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a
little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his
little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up
against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His
brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna
give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things
in the Christmas
windows that I've been trying to tell you about."
Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother
climbed in beside him
and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride.
That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said:
"It is more blessed
to give than to receive."
On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office,
a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.
"Is this your car, Mister?" he asked.
Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish..." He hesitated. Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels.
"I wish," the boy went on, "that I could be a brother like that."
Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added,
"Would you like to take
a ride in my automobile?"
"Oh yes, I'd love that."
After a short ride, the boy turned and with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?" Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again.
"Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked. He ran up the steps. Then in a
little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his
little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up
against him and pointed to the car. "There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs. His
brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna
give you one just like it...then you can see for yourself all the pretty things
in the Christmas
windows that I've been trying to tell you about."
Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother
climbed in beside him
and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride.
That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he had said:
"It is more blessed
to give than to receive."
I'm So Thankful to Have a Brother Like That.
I Love You, Brother!!
From your sister, Carol.
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Brother
called "Brother" by his siblings,
has always been very important in my life,
having been a father/mother figure for me,
the youngest of the family.
He is ten years older than I, and was Mama's helper.
I was ten when he left home to go to work and to the Air Force.
To say that I missed him is a huge understatement.
He was wonderful to write letters back-home
to his family which helped a lot
and when he returned home, we all rejoiced.
One of the first things he did was buy a
new 1957 blue and white car. I was 15 then and
true to his nature, he taught me to drive in his new car.
He was my most persistent encourager to buy my computer
and is one of my strongest supporters in every way.
If you can't tell, I love "Brother."
THIS IS LIKE THE CAR MY BROTHER HAD
WHEN HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRIVE.
WHEN HE TAUGHT ME HOW TO DRIVE.
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Buddy Thomas, My Father
Janell Thomas Wallace, My Sister
Jerry Thomas, My Brother
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