Posts: 5378
From: Ontario, Canada
Registered: Jun 2005

posted November 07, 2005 05:19 AM         

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That was a nice story...

> >What comes around, goes around
> >
> >
> >
> >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."
> >
> >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.

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Posts: 2681
From: ohio
Registered: Aug 2004

posted November 07, 2005 08:15 AM         

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Kinda gives you chills, doesn't it!

Thanks for sharing this.

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Posts: 241
From: magical, mystical mountains of TN
Registered: Apr 2003

posted November 07, 2005 09:57 AM         

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Greetings ALL!

This was a great song by Clay Walker called "Chain of Love".
In the song the guys name was Joe.
It's one of my favorites & I'm not a big fan of country music.

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"If immortality be untrue, it matters little whether anything else be true or not." - Buckle

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Posts: 2276
From: London, UK
Registered: May 2005

posted November 09, 2005 07:36 AM         

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That's lovely

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