There is a song with a story like this but I can't remember who sings it but
the guy's name was Joe.
Amy
----- Original Message -----
From: "Sharon Hooley" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Sunday, March 05, 2006 8:15 PM
Subject: What Comes Around, Goes Around
> 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
> <ST1:CITY w:st=3D"on"><ST1:PLACE w:st=3D"on">Pontia=
> c</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY> was still sputtering when he approached her.
> <BR><B= R>Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had
> stopped to he= lp for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He
> 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
> to help you, ma'am Why do= n't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the
> way, my na<ST1:PERSONNAME w:= st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME> is Bryan
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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
> tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. <BR><BR>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 <ST1:CITY w:st=3D"on"><ST1:PLACE w:st=
> =3D"on">St. Louis</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY></SPAN></FONT></B><B><FONT
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> through.=20= She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
> <BR><BR></SPAN></FONT><= /B><ST1:CITY w:st=3D"on"><ST1:PLACE
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> just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked ho= w much she owed
him.
> Any amount would have been all right with her. She alre= ady imagined all
> the awful things that could have happened had he not stoppe= d. <ST1:CITY
> w:st=3D"on"><ST1:PLACE w:st=3D"on">Bryan</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY>= never
> 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
> God= knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had
> 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
> back, the next ti<S= T1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME> she saw
> so<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=
> =3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>one who needed help, she could give that person
> t= he assistance they needed, and <ST1:CITY w:st=3D"on"><ST1:PLACE
> w:st=3D"on">= Bryan</ST1:PLACE></ST1:CITY> added, "And think of
> <ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on= ">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>." <BR><BR>He waited
until
> she started her car and drov= e off. It had been a cold and depressing
day,
> but he felt good a s he headed= for ho<ST1:PERSONNAME
> w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>, disappearing into th= e twilight.
<BR><BR>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 l= ast leg of her
> trip ho<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME>. It wa= s a dingy
> looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scen= e was
> 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
> w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:= PERSONNAME>mbered <ST1:CITY w:st=3D"on"><ST1:PLACE
> w:st=3D"on">Bryan</ST1:PL= ACE></ST1:CITY></SPAN></FONT></B><B><FONT
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> COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tempus Sans ITC'">After the=20= lady finished
her
> <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
> ca<ST1:PERSONNAME w:st=3D"on">me</ST1:PERSONNAME> back The waitress wonde=
> 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."
> <BR><BR>There is an old saying "What goes= around, co<ST1:PERSONNAME
> 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
> stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are al= ways
> there.<SPAN style=3D"BACKGROUND: white"><SPAN style=3D"BACKGROUND-xxxPO=
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