The Boomerang Brick

The Boomerang Brick

Once upon a time, there was a man who always walked around with a brick in his hand. He’d decided that every time anyone got him angry enough, he would bean him in the head with the brick. It was sort of a caveman-like approach, but it seemed effective , right? So it happened that one day he ran into a very boastful friend who spoke down to him. And, true to what he’d resolved, the man took his brick and threw it at him.

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THE CHAINED ELEPHANT

I can’t do it, “I told him. “I can’t.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes. There’s nothing I’d like more than to be able to sit down with her and tell her how I feel. But I know I can’t do that.”
Tubs sat down like Buddha, legs folded up on one of those awful blue armchairs in his office. He smiled, looked into my eyes, and, lowering his voice as he did whenever he wanted to be listened to carefully, said:
“Let me tell you a story …”

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