What Goes Around and Comes Around
Emo_CutE_GiRl_ 2013/12/15 13:43
Emo_CutE_GiRl_ 2013/12/15 13:43
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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 those chills 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.â€
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.
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 those chills 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.â€
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.
Emo_CutE_GiRl_ 2013/12/15 13:45
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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.â€
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