My Jaguar and my neighbor.

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A yuppie was so happy. Finally, after years of hard work, he would be driving the car of his dreams, the Jaguar. He put the engine into the driving mode and set out to try the speed in the less traveled road towards the country side. He felt ecstatic. He felt successful. He felt that he had conquered the world. And he drove on. After a few minutes into the suburbs, a stone hit the right rear of his precious dream car. He jerked on the brakes and looked at the rear view mirror. A child stood at the deserted road. He reversed his car angrily, determined to reprimand the child and punish him. He stopped, got out of his car and confronted the child. "Why did you throw that stone on my car? Look at that scratch!" But the child quickly answered "I am sorry, sir, but my brother had an accident. He is there, by the bushes and I couldn't carry him. Three cars had passed and not one stopped at my waving. I decided to throw the stone at the next car that would pass so my brother could be treated. Could you please help us, sir?" The yuppie did, and to this day, the scratch remains as a reminder for him that some neighbor out there is in need of his help.