What goes around comes around
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the
road needing help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes
and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he
approached her. She looked worried in spite of smile on his
face. No one had stopped to help for the last hour. 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.”
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 in the process. Soon he
was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his
hands hurt. As he was tightening up the 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 had the
satisfaction of helping someone in need.
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. 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 was written : “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.”
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the
road needing help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes
and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he
approached her. She looked worried in spite of smile on his
face. No one had stopped to help for the last hour. 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.”
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 in the process. Soon he
was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his
hands hurt. As he was tightening up the 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 had the
satisfaction of helping someone in need.
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. 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 was written : “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.”
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