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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