What Goes Around Comes Around

He almost didn’t see the 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 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 gonna be all
right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes
around.” Today, I sent you this story, and I’m asking
you to pass it on … Let this light shine.

Don’t delete it. Please pass this on to a friend.

Good friends are like stars….You don’t always
see them, but you know they are always there.

“The secret of your future is hidden in your daily routine.”
~ Mike Murdock

May the peace of God be with you Always !

Cynthia

ATTITUDE
IS EVERYTHING