One day a man saw a 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. I t 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 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.”
There is an old saying “What goes a round 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, don’t return it. Simply, pass this on to a
friend
Good friends are like stars….You don’t always see them,
but you know they are always there.
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

WOW

That is touching, i feel like to cry

Bigloaf:
That is touching, i feel like to cry

really touching