The Brick

A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar. He was watching for kids darting out between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something.

As his car passed, no children appeared. Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door. He slammed on his brakes and backed the jag back to the spot where the brick had been thrown.

The angry driver jumped out of the car, grabbed a young boy and pushed him up against a parked car shouting, “What was that all about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing? That’s a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost you a lot of money. Why did you do it?

The young boy was apologetic. “Please mister…please! I’m sorry but i didn’t know what else to do,” he pleaded. “I threw the brick because no one else would stop.”

With tears dripping down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot between two parked cars. “Its my brother, ” he said. “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up.”

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, “Would you please help me get him back into the wheelchair? He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me.” Moved beyond words, the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat. He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him everything was going to be okay.

“Thank you so much,” the grateful child told the stranger, wiping away his tears.

Too shook up for words, the man simply watched the young boy push his wheelchair bound brother down the sidewalk. It was a long slow walk back to the Jaguar. The damage was very noticeable but the driver never repaired the dented side door. Instead, he kept the dent there to remind him of this simple lesson.

Don’t go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention. 


62 thoughts on “The Brick

  1. colinandray

    I can remember a story about a man who got into a subway car (supposedly here in Toronto) with two unruly boys. As the train moved off, the man was obviously deep in thought, but the two boys were running up and down the car and generally being very disruptive, much to the annoyance of the other passengers.
    After a few stops, one particular passenger had reached her limit and decided that something should be said. She went over to the man and told him that he was being an irresponsible parent to let his boys behave in such a manner. How will they ever learn how to behave if they are never taught what is acceptable behavior and what isn’t! The other passenger were nodding their approval of the woman’s actions.
    The man was profusely apologetic and then explained that his wife, their mother, had just passed away in hospital, and he did not know how he was going to break the news to the boys. The atmosphere in the car changed completely.
    Much like the story about the boy throwing the brick, we should always refrain from an impulsive response to any situation, but rather be receptive to various possibilities. To do otherwise is simply pre-judging which I think we would all agree is inappropriate and unacceptable in our society.

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  2. Ann Coleman

    I loved this story and it’s moral, because too often, we are just speeding through life and ignoring the needs of those around us. There would be a lot less brick-throwing if we just learned to pay attention, I think!

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  3. Kim Gorman

    Wow, there are so many life lessons packed into this story. Very moving, and it’s amazing you found it in a copy machine, of all places! I feel like God is planting these passages and stories for us to find for good reason.

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