A young and very successful executive Jack, was traveling down a street. He was going a bit too fast in his sleek,black, Mercedes, which was only two months old.
He was watching for kids coming from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed by, he could see a brick coming towards him and suddenly - WHUMP! - it smashed into the Merc's shiny black side door! SCREECH..!!!! He quickly applied the brakes and madly went back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown. Jack jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against his car. He shouted at the kid, "who are you? and what the heck are you doing?!"
Getting really furious he went on. "That's my new Merc, that brick you threw is gonna cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw 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," he said. "He rolled 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 lump in his throat. With much difficulty he lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the cuts, checking to see that everything was going to be OK. He then watched the younger brother push him down the road towards their home.
It was a long walk back to the sleek, black, shining, Mercedes - a long and slow walk. Jack never did fix the side door of his Merc. 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. . .
And the Twain Did Meet
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