WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

One day a man saw an 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 going
to 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, don't return it. Simply, pass this on to
a friend.

Take Care , be good

Have a lovely weekend!

Regards - Tania

" I LOOKED FOR HIM ON THE CHRISTIAN CROSS, BUT HE WAS NOT THERE. I WENT TO HINDU TEMPLES AND SHRINES-BUT NOTHING. I VISITED THE KAABA IN MECCA, I DID NOT FIND HIM. I QUESTIONED LEARNED SCHOLARS , BUT HE OUTSTRIPPED THEIR UNDERSTANDING.FINALLY, WHEN I PEERED INTO OWN HEART-THERE, AND NOWHERE ELSE, WAS HIS HOME"- JALAL AL -DIN RUMI