A young rich man was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit fast in his new sports car. There were many kids pamong the cars.

    As his car passed, one child appeared, and sa brick hit the car's side door. The young man stopped the car and jumped out. He  the kid and pushed him up against another car, s, “What is wrong with you? That's a new car. What you did just now will cme a lot of money. Why did you do it?”

    “Please, sir, please, I'm sorry. I didn't know w else to do! It's my brother,” he said.  

    “He fell out of his wheelchair. I can't lift him up.” Almost crying, the boy asked the man, “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hand he's too heavy for me.”

    The young man was deeply touched and had tears in his e. He lifted the kid's brother back into the wheelchair.

    The man then watched the little boy phis brother toward their home.

    It was a long walk back to his car ... a long, slow walk. He never repaired the side door. He kept it that way as a reminder. Don't go tlife so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention. Listen to the whispers of your soul or wait for the brick!