What goes around .....
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road, butEven in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help.
So he pulled up in front of her car and got out. His car was stillsputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stoppedto help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn'tlook 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 those chills which only fear can put inyou.
He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the carwhere 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 thetire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window andbegan to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and wasonly just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming toher 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 imaginedall 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, whohad given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life thatway, 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 timeshe saw someone who needed help, she could give that person theassistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a coldand 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 tograb a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the lastleg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside weretwo old gas pumps.
The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over andbrought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.
She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the wholeday couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eightmonths pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change herattitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so givingto 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 wonderedwhere the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on thenapkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "Youdon't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped meout, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, hereis 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 toserve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night whenshe got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking aboutthe money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have knownhow 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 toher, 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."
So he pulled up in front of her car and got out. His car was stillsputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stoppedto help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn'tlook 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 those chills which only fear can put inyou.
He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the carwhere 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 thetire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window andbegan to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and wasonly just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming toher 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 imaginedall 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, whohad given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life thatway, 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 timeshe saw someone who needed help, she could give that person theassistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a coldand 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 tograb a bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the lastleg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside weretwo old gas pumps.
The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over andbrought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.
She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the wholeday couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eightmonths pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change herattitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so givingto 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 wonderedwhere the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on thenapkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "Youdon't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped meout, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, hereis 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 toserve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night whenshe got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking aboutthe money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have knownhow 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 toher, 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."
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