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Ayoungandsuccessfulexecutivewastravelingdownaneighborhoodstreet，goingabittoofastinhisnewJaguar.Hewaswatchingforkidsdartingoutfrombetweenparkedcarsandsloweddownwhenhethoughthesawsomething.
Ashiscarpassed，onechildappeared，andabricksmashedintotheJag’ssidedoor.HeslammedonthebrakesandspuntheJagbacktothespotfromwherethebrickhadbeenthrown.
Hejumpedoutofthecar，grabbedsomekidandpushedhimupagainstaparkedcar，shouting，“Whatwasthatallaboutandwhoareyou?Justwhattheheckareyoudoing?”Buildingupaheadofsteam，hewenton，“That’sanewcarandthatbrickyouthrewisgoingtocostalotofmoney.Whydidyoudoit?”
“Please，mister，please，I’msorry.Ididn’tknowwhatelsetodo!”pleadedtheyoungster.
“It’smybrother，”hesaid，“HerolledoffthecurbandfelloutofhiswheelchairandIcan’tlifthimup.Sobbing，theboyaskedtheexecutive，“Wouldyoupleasehelpmegethimbackintohiswheelchair?”He’shurtandhe’stooheavyforme.”
Movedbeyondwords，thedrivertriedtoswallowtherapidlyswellinglumpinhisthroat.Heliftedtheyoungmanbackintothewheelchairandtookouthishandkerchiefandwipedthescrapesandcuts，checkingtoseethateverythingwasgoingtobeokay.
“Thankyou，sir.AndGodblessyou，”thegratefulchildsaidtohim.Themanthenwatchedthelittleboypushhisbrothertothesidewalktowardtheirhome.
ItwasalongwalkbacktohisJaguar...along，slowwalk.Heneverdidrepairtothesidedoor.Hekeptthedenttoremindhimnottogothroughlifesofastthatsomeonehastothrowabrickatyoutogetyourattention.