And sometimes it just takes a brick.
Read the following reminder:
A young and very successful executive was travelling down a suburban street in his brand new black jaguar. Suddenly a brick was thrown from the sidewalk, thumping into the side of the car.
Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. The driver jumped out, grabbed the kid who had thrown the brick and pushed him up against a parked car.
What was that all about?!
That’s my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money!
The child pleaded,
Please, mister, please …. I’m sorry! I didn’t know what else to do! I threw the brick because no one else would stop!
Tears were dripping down the boy’s chin as he pointed around the parked car.
It’s my brother, mister, he rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.
Sobbing, the boy asked the executive,
Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.
The mood was transformed in a moment as the young executive realized what had occurred. He lifted the young man into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts. He then watched as the younger brother pushed him down the sidewalk toward their home.
The young exec never did fix the dented side door of his Jaguar. He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention.