Young Man And Little Boy Conversation

About ten years ago, A very successful young man was passing by a street in neighborhood in his only two month sleek and black Jaguar. He was going much faster. He was watching kids playing there and slowed down his car as he thought he saw something.

As his car passed suddenly a brick sailed out and Whump!! – that brick smashed into the side door of the new shiny jaguar. Young man slammed brakes and geared into reverse, back to the place where the brick had been thrown. He jumped out of the car and pushed the kid against his parked car.

He shouted, “Why did you throw bricks? What was that all about? Who are you? What are you doing? That’s my new Jaguar and that brick you threw is now gonna cost you a lot of money.”

Boy pleaded, “Please sir, I am so sorry! I didn't knew what else to do! I threw brick at you because no one else would stop.”

Tears came out of the boy's eyes as he pointed toward a parked car he said, “It’s my brother sir. He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up back on his wheelchair. Would you please help me get him back? He is hurt and too heavy for me to lift.”

Moved by his words, Young man hurried to the boy who fell off his wheelchair, Lifted him back into his wheelchair and took out his handkerchief, wiped his wounds and checked to see that everything was OK. Then he watched younger brother push him back to their home down the sidewalk.

Young man 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.

Moral: Feel for the bricks Life Throwing at You. Slow Down and Enjoy Life. In the hustle and speed of Life, Don’t Miss the Joy of Present moments.

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