About ten years ago, a young and very successful man named Jack was traveling down a New York neighborhood street. He was going a bit too fast in his black car, which was only two months old.
He was watching for kids running out from between the cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something. As his car passed, no children out, but a brick(砖块) flew out and—WHUMP—it broke into the shiny black side door. Josh was very angry, he jumped out of the car, caught the kid and shouted: "What have you done? That's my new car, that brick you threw will cost you a lot of money. Why did you throw it?"
"Please, sir, please. I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do!" cried the youngest. "I threw the brick because no one else would stop!" he pointed around the cars. "It's my brother, sir." He said. "He fell down the road and fell out of his wheelchair and I can't lift him up. Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt and he's too heavy for me."
Moved beyond words, Josh lifted the young man back into the wheelchair, checking to see that everything was going to be OK.
It was a long walk back to the car—a long and slow walk. Josh never did fix the side door. He kept it to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at him to get his attention. Feel for the bricks of life coming at to you.