第7部分(第2/6 頁)

　cars　and　slowed　down　when　he　thought　he　saw　something。

As　his　car　passed；　one　child　appeared；　and　a　brick　smashed　into　the　Jag’s　side　door。　He　slammed　on　the　brakes　and　spun　the　Jag　back　to　the　spot　from　where　the　brick　had　been　thrown。

He　jumped　out　of　the　car；　grabbed　that　kid　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？”　Building　up　a　head　of　steam；　he　went　on　“That’s　a　new　car　and　that　brick　you　threw　is　gonna　cost　a　lot　of　money。　Why　did　you　do　it？”

“Please；　mister；　please；　I’m　sorry。　I　didn’t　know　what　else　to　do！”　pleaded　the　youngster。

“It’s　my　brother；　”　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　driver　tried　to　swallow　the　rapidly　swelling　lump　in　his　throat。　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　okay。

“Thank　you；　sir。　And　God　bless　you；”　the　grateful　child　said　to　him。　The　man　then　watched　the　little　boy　push　his　brother　to　the　sidewalk　toward　their　home。

It　was　a　long　walk　backs　to　his　Jaguar。。。　a　long；　slow　walk。　He　never　did　repair　the　side　door。　He　kept　the　dent　to　remind　him　not　to　go　through　life　so　fast　that　someone　has　to　throw　a　brick　at　you　to　get　your　attention。

Life　whispers　in　your　soul　and　speaks　to　your　heart。　Sometimes；　when　you　don’t　have　the　time　to　listen，　life　throws　a　brick　at　your　head。

It’s　your　choice：　listen　to　the　whispers　of　your　soul　or　wait　for　the　brick！