the brick

A young and successful executive was walking full speed in his car last Jaguar shape, with precaution of not running up with a boy crossing the street without looking, and on having lowered the speed; he felt a thunderous blow in the door, and on having stooped saw that a brick had spoilt the painting, auto body and glass of the door of his luxurious car.
the brakes, gave a sudden draft of 180 degrees; and he returned full speed where he saw to go out the brick that had just spoilt the beautiful thing that was illuminating his exotic car.
He went out of the car of a frisk and seized for the arms a little child, and pushing it towards a parked car; he shouted him to any voice: what beams was it it?
Who are you ? What do you believe that you do with my car? And angry almost fling smoke, he continued shouting the little child: it is a new car, and this brick that you threw is going to cost you expensivly ! Why did you do it?
" Please, Gentleman, please. I feel very much it! Do not know that to do ", the little child begged. " I threw the brick because nobody was detaining ". Tears were going down for his cheeks up to the soil, while he was indicating towards about the parked car.
" He is my brother ", said to him. His armchair of wheels was derailed and fell to the soil and I cannot raise it ". Sobbing, the little child asked the executive him: " you can, please; to help me to sit my brother in his chair? he is struck, and weighs very much for only me ". I am small.
Visibly impressed by the words of the little child, the executive swallowed thickness that formed him in his throat.
Indescribably thrilled by what finish of happening to him, he raised the young man of the soil and sat it in his chair again, extracting his silk scarf to clean a bit the cuts and the dirty one of on the wounds of the brother of that special little child. After verifying that he was well, looked; and the little child thanked him with a smile that does not have possibility of describing anybody... " God bendiga, gentleman ... and thank you very much " said the little to him.
The man saw as the little child was moving away pushing laboriously the heavy chair of wheels of his brother, up to coming to your humble little house.
The executive did not repair the door of the car, supporting the crack that did the blow to him; to remember him not to go for the life so fast that anybody has to throw a brick in order that he gives attention. There are times that God has to throw a brick to see if we give him attention.