what goes around comes around
> He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the
> side of the road, but
>>even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed
> help.  So he pulled
>>up
>>in front of her Mercedes and got out.  His Pontiac
> was still sputtering
>>when
>>he approached her.
>>Even with the smile on his face, she was worried.  No
> one had stopped to
>>help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt
> her?  He didn't look
>>safe
>>  he looked poor and hungry.
>>
>>He could see that she was frightened, standing out
> there in the cold.  He
>>knew how she felt.  It was that chill which only fear
> can put in you.
>>
>>He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am.  Why don't you
> wait in the car where
>>it's warm?  By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."
>>
>>Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old
> lady, that was bad
>>enough.
>>  Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to
> put the jack, skinning
>>his knuckles a time or two.  Soon he was able to
> change the tire.  But he
>>had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
>>
>>As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down
> the window and began
>>to talk to him.  She told him that she was from St.
> Louis and was only just
>>passing through.  She couldn't thank him enough for
> coming to her aid.
>>
>>Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.  The lady
> asked how much she owed
>>him.  Any amount would have been all right with her.
> She already imagined
>>all the awful things that could have happened had he
> not stopped.   Bryan
>>never thought twice about being paid.  This was not a
> job to him.  This was
>>helping someone in need, and God knows there were
> plenty, who had given him
>>a hand in the past.  He had lived his whole life that
> way, and it never
>>occurred to him to act any other way.
>>
>>He told her that if she really wanted to pay him
> back, the next time she
>>saw
>>someone who needed help, she could give that person
> the assistance they
>>needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."
>>
>>He waited until she started her car and drove off.
> It had been a cold and
>>depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for
> home, disappearing into
>>the twilight.
>>
>>A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe.
> She went in to grab a
>>bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made
> the last leg of her
>>trip
>>home.  It was a dingy looking restaurant.  Outside
> were two old gas pumps.
>>The whole scene was unfamiliar to her.  The waitress
> came over and brought
>>a
>>clean towel to wipe her wet hair.  She had a sweet
> smile, one that even
>>being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase.
> The lady noticed the
>>waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she
> never let the strain and
>>aches change her attitude.  The old lady wondered how
> someone who had so
>>little could be so giving to a stranger.  Then she
> remembered Bryan .
>>
>>After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a
> hundred dollar bill.  The
>>waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred
> dollar bill, but the
>>old
>>lady had slipped right out the door.  She was gone by
> the time the waitress
>>came back.  The waitress wondered where the lady
> could be.  Then she
>>noticed
>>something written on the napkin.
>>
>>There were tears in her eyes when she read what the
> lady wrote: "You don't
>>owe me anything.  I have
>>been there too.  Somebody once helped me out, the way
> I'm helping you.  If
>>you really want to pay me back, here is what you do:
> Do not let this chain
>>of love end with you."
>>
>>Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
>>
>>Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to
> fill, and people to serve,
>>but the waitress made it through another day.  That
> night when she got home
>>from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking
> about the
>>money and what the lady had written.  How could the
> lady have known how
>>much
>>she and her husband needed it?  With the baby due
> next month, it was going
>>to be hard....
>>
>>She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay
> sleeping next to her,
>>she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,
> "Everything's going to
>>be all right.  I love you, Bryan Anderson."
>>
>>
>>
>>There is an old saying "What goes around comes
> around."  Today, I sent you
>>this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on .. Let
> this light shine.
>>
>>Don't delete it. Please pass this on to a friend.
>>
>>Good friends are like stars....You don't always see
> them, but you know they
>>are always there.

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