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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.

Well, as such things go, one thing led to another. The sales manager went longer than anticipated and the meeting ran overtime. Their  flights were scheduled to leave out of Chicago's O'Hare Airport, and  they had to race pell mell to the airport. With tickets in hand, they  barged through the terminal to catch  their flight back home. In their rush, with tickets and brief-cases,one of  these salesmen inadvertently kicked over a table which held a display of baskets 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 goodbye, 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 down 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 into the baskets, and helped set the display up once more. 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 $20 for the damage we did. Are you okay?"

She nodded through her tears. He continued on with, "I hope we didn't
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?"


Do people mistake you for Jesus? That's our destiny, is it not?

Don you should post this in Thoughts...It is a necessary reminder.