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 Jag 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?”
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 Jag. 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 you. In the hustle bustle and the speed of life, are you 
missing out the joys of the present moments.
Slow Down And Enjoy Life. It is Not Only the Scenery You Miss by Going too Fast….You Also Miss the Sense of Where You are Going and Why…
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