"BEEN HIT BY A BRICK LATELY?"

               
              
  AUTHOR: UNKNOWN
             
   About ten years ago, a young and very successful executive
            named Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street.
            He was going a bit too fast in his sleek, black, 12 cylinder Jaguar
            XKE, which was only two months old.

            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
            child darted out, but a brick sailed
            out and-WHUMP! -- it smashed into the Jag's shiny black side
            door! SCREECH...!!!!

            Brakes slammed! Gears ground into reverse, and tires madly spun the
            Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Josh
            jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a
            parked car. He shouted at the kid, "What was that all about and who
            are you?
            Just what are you doing?!" Building up a head of steam, he went on.
            "That's my new Jag, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of
            money. Why did you throw it?"

            "Please, mister, 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, mister," 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? He's hurt and he's too
            heavy for me."

            Moved beyond words, the young executive tried desperately to
            swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. Straining, 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. He then watched the younger brother
            push him down the sidewalk toward their home.

            It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, 12 cylinder
            Jaguar XKE - a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the 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..... Some bricks are softer than others. Feel for the
            bricks of life coming at/to you.
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