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 the 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 because he had a twinge of compassion for the girl whose apple stand had been overturned.
He told his buddies to go on without him and asked one of them to call his wife when they arrived home and explain his taking a later flight. Then he returned to the terminal where the apples were all over the floor. He was glad he did.
The sixteen 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 around her, no one stopped or cared about her plight.
The salesman knelt on the floor, gathered up the apples, put them back on the table and helped organize her display. He noticed that many of the apples were battered and bruised; these he set aside in another basket.
When he was finished, he took out his wallet and said, “Here, please take this $40 for the damage that we did. Are you ok?” She nodded through her tears.
As he turned to walk away, she said “Mister…”.
“Are you Jesus?”