An oldie but worth reading again…

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 that 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.’

h/t Ev

Comments

An oldie but worth reading again… — 19 Comments

  1. I’ve never read that one before – thats a good one, thank you for sharing.

  2. Theres an old country song that tells that story as well

  3. I enjoy the blog. Just finished the book and enjoyed it as well. If you write a sequel, I’m in!

    Best Regards

  4. Sounds like new age mysticism BS to me. In my vast experience, there is no Karma. Bad guys live pretty well. Good people get screwed ALL THE TIME with regularity that matches near-certain predictability.

    And it is anti-capitalist. Instead of the man accepting pay for his labor, he gives it away and is then repaid magically by gifts and charity instead of expecting to work. The perfect gift is one that is given self-lessly. The moral of this story is: give selflessly so that rich old ladies will pay you back on the back side. It sucks all the virtue out of the act of kindness. When I help rich old ladies change their tires, I get my reward on the spot, in the act itself.

  5. j.r.- Yeah, I figured a positive one instead of the usual BS was due…

    Opus- Yep!

    SPE- Didn’t know that!

    CP- That it is, but only if you’re altruistic to start with and not expecting to be ‘paid’ for good deeds!

    Mrs. C- I believe that too!

    TDG- Thank you sir!

    Prof- That’s another way to look at it!

    WSF- Yep!

    Dammit- Understood.

    Euripides- True!

    BZ- I’m amazed… 🙂

  6. Good things happen to good people. I don’t know if it’s Karma or paying it forward, probably both with little good luck mixed in. But it does happen, and that’s a good thing. Great story.