Josh was traveling down a Chicago neighborhood street in his sleek, red, sixteen-cylinder Jaguar XKE, which was only two months old. He watched for kid 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 and smashed into the Jag’s shiny side door.
Josh slammed the brakes, shifted the gears into reverse, and spun the Jaguar back to the spot from where the brick was thrown. He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid and pushed him up against a parked car. He shouted at the kid. “That’s my new Jag; that brick is going to cost you plenty. Why did you throw it?”
“Please … mister, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do,” pleaded the boy. “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. “He’s my brother, mister,” he said. “He fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.” Sobbing, the boy asked Josh, “Would you please help him back into his wheelchair? He’s too heavy for me.”
Moved beyond words, Josh tried desperately to swallow the swelling lump in his throat. He helped the boy upright the wheelchair, and the two of them lifted the brother back into the chair. It was a long and slow walk back to his Jaguar.
That was ten years ago. Josh is now a successful executive. He never did fix the side door of his Jaguar. It reminded him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention.
Nothing in life is more exciting and rewarding than the sudden flash of insight that leaves you a changed person, not only changed, but for the better.
– Arthur Cordon