from harold's file . . .


W H A T   G O E S   A R O U N D

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."

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.  She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have  been
all right with her.  She had already imagined all the awful things that
could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about the money.  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 that 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 not unfamiliar to her.  The cash register was
like the telephone of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.

Her 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 that 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, and the
waitress went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady 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 under which were four $100 bills.  There were tears
in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said: "You don't owe me
anything, I have been there too. Somebody nice 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."

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."




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