Excuse Me, Are You Jesus?  


几年以前,一批营销人员在芝加哥开地区性的大会。会议结束那天,他们都向他们的太太们保证,礼拜五一定早早到家与家人一起吃晚饭。每一个营销人员都手里拿着机票,提着公文包和行李,急急冲冲地赶飞机。匆忙中一个营销人员不小心打翻了一个摆设了出卖苹果的小桌子,苹果滚得满地都是。因为飞机就要起飞,他们头也没回急急忙忙的赶向登机口,总算在关登机口前的一刻,登上飞机。所有的营销人员都上了飞机,但是有一个人没有上飞机!!!他停顿了一下,深深地吸了一口气,因为他的心里对那个桌子被打翻了的卖苹果的女孩子深感同情 。









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, 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 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 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 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?”