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THIS inspiring story truly shows that what goes around, comes around. The question has
always been, ’if it comes around to you, would
you be glad it did?’ 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 jalopy as we call it
here 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.
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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.
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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 kilometres down the road the lady saw a small snack
bar. She went in to grab a bite, and take the chill off before she made the
last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. 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 an 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.”
What good would you do today, not tomorrow? If it comes
around to you, would you be glad it did? Be good, and do good.
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