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 old 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 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.'
Live Simply, Love Generously, Care
Deeply, Speak Kindly

The Pink Dress

There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.

Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.

She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.

The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there.

Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was
yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.

Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl.

For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone.

As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.

It was grotesquely shaped.

I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.

Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.

As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare.

As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.

She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.

I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.

I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."

The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes.

I smiled and she shyly smiled back.

We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.

I asked the girl why she was so sad.

The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different."

I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.

The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."

"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."

She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really?"
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch
over all people walking by."

She nodded her head yes, and smiled.

With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am."

"I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.

I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.

She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done".

I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.

And with that, my life was changed dramatically.

So, when you think you're all you have, remember, your angel is always watching over you.

Like the story says, we all need someone...

And, every one of your friends is an Angel in their own way.

The value of a friend is measured in the heart.

I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.