"What goes around comes around"

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One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the sideof the road, but even in the dim light of day, hecould see she needed help. So he pulled up in frontof her Mercedes and got out. His old Pontiac wasstill sputtering when he approached her.Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. Noone had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Washe going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he lookedpoor and hungry.He could see that she was frightened, standing outthere in the cold. He knew how she felt. It wasthose chills which only fear can put in you.He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't youwait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my nameis Bryan Anderson."Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an oldlady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under thecar looking for a place to put the jack, skinninghis knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able tochange the tire. But he had to get dirty and hishands hurt.As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolleddown the window and began to talk to him. She toldhim that she was from St. Louis and was only justpassing through. She couldn't thank him enough forcoming to her aid.Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The ladyasked how much she owed him. Any amount would havebeen all right with her. She already imagined allthe awful things that could have happened had he notstopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid.This was not a job to him. This was helping someonein need, and God knows there were plenty, who hadgiven him a hand in the past. He had lived his wholelife that way, and it never occurred to him to actany other way.He told her that if she really wanted to pay himback, the next time she saw someone who needed help,she could give that person the assistance theyneeded, 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 feltgood as he headed for home, disappearing into thetwilight.A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe.She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take thechill off before she made the last leg of her triphome. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outsidewere two old gas pumps. The whole scene wasunfamiliar to her. The waitress came over andbrought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She hada sweet smile, one that even being on her feet forthe whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed thewaitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but shenever let the strain and aches change her attitude.The old lady wondered how someone who had so littlecould be so giving to a stranger. Then sheremembered Bryan .After the lady finished her meal, she paid with ahundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went toget change for her hundred dollar bill, but the oldlady had slipped right out the door. She was gone bythe time the waitress came back. The waitresswondered where the lady could be. Then she noticedsomething written on the napkin.There were tears in her eyes when she read what thelady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have beenthere too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'mhelping you. If you really want to pay me back, hereis what you do: Do not let this chain of love endwith you."Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls tofill, and people to serve, but the waitress made itthrough another day. That night when she got homefrom work and climbed into bed, she was thinkingabout the money and what the lady had written. Howcould the lady have known how much she and herhusband needed it? With the baby due next month, itwas going to be hard....She knew how worried her husband was, and as he laysleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss andwhispered soft and low, "Everything's going to beall right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."There is an old saying "What goes around comesaround." Today, I sent you this story and I'm askingyou to pass it on... Let His light shine.