[eben-network] What goes around, comes around...

Mon, 03 Oct 2005 09:02:20 -0700 

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 gonna 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.

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