Whisper or Brick?
A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street,
going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar.
He was watching for kids darting out from
between parked cars and slowed down, when he thought he saw something.
As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick
smashed into the Jag's side door! He slammed
on the brakes and spun the Jag back to the spot where the brick
had been thrown.
He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid who
was standing there and pushed him against a parked car shouting,
"What do you think you are doing, boy?"
Building up a head of steam he went on, "That's a new car and
that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?"
"Please sir, please. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do," pleaded the youngster.
"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, sir," he said. "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, sir?
He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly
swelling lump in his throat. He lifted the young man back
into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped
the scrapes and cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be okay.
"Thank you and may God bless you, sir," the grateful child said to him.
The man then watched the little boy push his brother toward their home.
It was a long walk back to his Jaguar...a long slow walk. He never did repair the side door.
He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast
that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention.
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