I got this from my former 4th grade teacher, way back in 1976-77.
Sharon
Title: What comes around, goes 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 a s 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.
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around, goes around! <BR><BR>He almost didn= 't see the old lady, stranded
on the side of the road, but even in the dim l= ight of day, he could see
she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her M= ercedes and got out. His
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didn't look safe; h= e looked poor and hungry. <BR><BR>He could see that she
was frightened, stan= ding out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It
was that chill which on= ly fear can put in you. <BR><BR>He said, "I'm here
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lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled und= er the car looking for a place
to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a ti<S= T1:PERSONNAME
w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME> or two. Soon he was able to ch= ange the
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just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked ho= w much she owed him.
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the awful things that could have happened had he not stoppe= d. <ST1:CITY
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thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was h=
elping so<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>one in need, and
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lived=20= his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any
other way.=20= <BR><BR>He told her that if she really wanted to pay him
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so<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=
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she started her car and drov= e off. It had been a cold and depressing day,
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w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>, disappearing into th= e twilight. <BR><BR>A
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bite to eat, and take the Chill off before she made the l= ast leg of her
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unfamiliar to her. The waitress ca<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:=
PERSONNAME> over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a
s= weet 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 ne= ver let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady
wondered how=20= so<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>one who
had so little could= be so giving to a stranger. Then she re<ST1:PERSONNAME
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<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>al, she pai= d with a hundred
dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for he= r hundred
dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She=20= was
gone by the ti<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME> the waitre= ss
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red where the lady could be. Then she noticed so<ST1:PERSONNAME
w:st=3D"on">= me</ST1:PERSONNAME>thing written on the napkin. There were
tears in her eyes= when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe
<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"o= n">me</ST1:PERSONNAME> anything. I have been
there too. So<ST1:PERSONNAME w:= st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>body once
helped <ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me= </ST1:PERSONNAME> out, the way I'm
helping you. If you really want to pay <S= T1:PERSONNAME
w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME> back, here is what you do: Do=20= not let
this chain of love end with you." <BR><BR>Under the napkin were four= more
$100 bills. <BR><BR>Well, there were tables to clear , sugar bowls to=20=
fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day.
Tha= t night when she got ho<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>
from=20= work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and
what the lad= y had written. How could the lady have known how much she and
her husband ne= eded it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be
hard.. <BR><BR>She= knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping
next to her, she g= ave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low,
"Everything's gonna be all r= ight. I love you, Bryan Anderson."
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w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>s around" Today, I= sent you this story, and
I'm asking you to pass it on .. Let this light shi= ne. <BR><BR>Don't delete
it. Please pass this on to a friend. <BR><BR>Good f= riends are like
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