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Love Returned
Posted by
PEGASUS
(VIP) 18 Aug 2004 7:57pm
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 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 gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.'
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