Listen to the children.

car back to the Spot where exactly the brick had been thrown.He jumped out of the car, grabbed the kid who was standing there and pushed him against a parked car shouting, “What do you think you are doing?”As his temper and rage increased he went on, "that's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost a lot of money. Why did you do it?”"Please sir, please. I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do," pleaded the youngster."I threw the brick because no one else would stop"Tears were pouring down the boy's face as he pointed around the parked car."It's my brother, sir," 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 businessman, "Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair, sir? 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 and may God bless you, sir," the grateful child said to him. The man then watched the little boy push his brother toward their home. It was a long walk back to his car a long slow walk, and suddenly it all came back to him when his son fell from his wheelchair                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     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.