16/10/2012
I Wanted to post something
nice today to cheer your
Tuesday up. Sorry that this
won't make you laugh. :)
WHAT GOES AROUND
COMES AROUND.
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
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, 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. Pass this on, let
the light shine.
~pincher
