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
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
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