One
day a man saw an 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 $100 bill. The waitress quickly
went to get change for her, 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, don’t return it. Simply pass this on to a friend
Good
friends are like stars. … You don’t always see them, but you know they are
always there.
WHAT
GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
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