What Goes Around Comes Around

20131004-213942.jpg There's no help that goes unrewarded.

One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the
road needing help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and
got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached
her. She looked worried in spite of smile on his face. No one
had stopped to help for the last hour. He could see that she
was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she
felt. It was those chills 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 in the process. Soon he was
able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands
hurt. As he was tightening up the 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 had the satisfaction of
helping someone in need.

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. 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 was written : “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 sayings “What goes around comes around.”

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