Circle of Love!

by: Author Unknown, Source Unknown

You know, 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."

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. She asked him

how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right

with her. She had already imagined all the awful things

that could have happened had he not stopped.

Bryan never thought twice about the money. 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 that

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 cash register was like the telephone of an out of

work actor. It didn't ring much.

Her 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, and the waitress went to get

change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right out

the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.

She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticed something

written on the napkin under which was 4 $100 bills. There were

tearsin her eyes when she read what the lady wrote.

It said "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." 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."

this story teach us that, if we do good to other people, we will get in return if we need help.