One day a man saw a 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. I t
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 an 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 a round 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
Good friends are like stars….You don’t always see
them, but you know they are always there.
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUNDOne day a man saw a 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. I t
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 an 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 a round 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
Good friends are like stars….You don’t always see
them, but you know they are always there.
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUNDOne day a man saw a 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. I t
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 an 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 a round 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
Good friends are like stars….You don’t always see
them, but you know they are always there.
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

E too long na

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Good story but why was it repeated three times.