A good story...

One day a man saw a old lady, strandedon the side of the road, but even inthe dim light of day, he could see sheneeded help. So he pulled up in frontof her Mercedes and got out. HisPontiac was still sputtering when heapproached her.Even with the smile on his face, shewas worried. No one had stopped tohelp for the last hour or so. Was hegoing to hurt her? He didn't looksafe; he looked poor and hungry.He could see that she was frightened,standing out there in the cold. Heknew how she felt. It was that chillwhich only fear can put in you.He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am.Why don't you wait in the car whereit's warm? By the way, my name isBryan Anderson."Well, all she had was a flat tire, butfor an old lady, that was bad enough.Bryan crawled under the car lookingfor a place to put the jack, skinninghis knuckles a time or two. Soon hewas able to change the tire. But hehad to get dirty and his hands hurt.As he was tightening up the lug nuts,she rolled down the window and beganto talk to him. She told him that shewas from St. Louis and was only justpassing through. She couldn't thankhim enough for coming to her aid.Bryan just smiled as he closed hertrunk. The lady asked how much sheowed him. Any amount would have beenall right with her. She alreadyimagined all the awful things thatcould have happened had he notstopped. Bryan never thought twiceabout being paid. This was not a jobto him. This was helping someone inneed, 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 actany other way.He told her that if she really wantedto pay him back, the next time she sawsomeone who needed help, she couldgive that person the assistance theyneeded, and Bryan added, "And think ofme."He waited until she started her carand drove off. It had been a cold anddepressing day, but he felt good as heheaded for home, disappearing into thetwilight.A few miles down the road the lady sawa small cafe. She went in to grab abite to eat, and take the chill offbefore she made the last leg of hertrip home. It was a dingy lookingrestaurant. Outside were two old gaspumps. The whole scene was unfamiliarto her. The waitress came over andbrought a clean towel to wipe her wethair. She had a sweet smile, one thateven being on her feet for the wholeday couldn't erase. The lady noticedthe waitress was nearly eight monthspregnant, but she never let the strainand aches change her attitude. The oldlady wondered how someone who had solittle could be so giving to astranger. Then she remembered Bryan .After the lady finished her meal, shepaid with a hundred dollar bill. Thewaitress quickly went to get changefor her hundred dollar bill, but theold lady had slipped right out thedoor. She was gone by the time thewaitress came back. The waitresswondered where the lady could be. Thenshe noticed something written on thenapkin.There were tears in her eyes when sheread what the lady wrote: "You don'towe me anything. I havebeen there too. Somebody once helpedme out, the way I'm helping you. Ifyou really want to pay me back, hereis what you do: Do not let this chainof love end with you."Under the napkin were four more $100bills.Well, there were tables to clear,sugar bowls to fill, and people toserve, but the waitress made itthrough another day. That night whenshe got home from work and climbedinto bed, she was thinking about themoney and what the lady had written.How could the lady have known how muchshe and her husband needed it? Withthe baby due next month, it was goingto be hard....She knew how worried her husband was,and as he lay sleeping next to her,she gave him a soft kiss and whisperedsoft and low, "Everything's going tobe all right. I love you, BryanAnderson."There is an old saying "What goesaround comes around." Good friends are like stars....Youdon't always see them, but you knowthey are always there.~GOD BLESS!~