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 old car
was still sputtering when he a
pproached 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.”
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around comes around.
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