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        The
        Fateful Brick 
        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 the heck 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 OK. 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 are.
        Feel for the bricks of life coming at/to you.
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