a man saw an old lady,standing on the side of the road,but even in the dim light of the day he could see she needed help.so he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and get out,his Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.even with the smile on his face,she was wormed. no one had stopped to help her in 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 know how she felt.it was those chills which only fear can put in you.
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he said,"I'm here to help you,ma'am.why don't you wait in the car where its 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 had his hand 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 hre aid.
bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.the lady asked how much she owned 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 a job to him. this was helping someone in need, and God knows there 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 that assistance they needed, and bryan added,"and think of me"he waited unit she started her car and drive off.it had been cold and depressing day,but he felt good as he headed for home,disappearing into the twilight.
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A few mile down the road the lady saw a small cafe,she went in to grab a bite to eat,and take a 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 smiled,on 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 arches change her attitude.
the old lady wondered. how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger.then she remember bryan.after the old lady finish her meal,she paid with a hundred dollar bill,the waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill,but the old 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 in the napkin.there was tears in her eyes when read 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 ma back,here is what you do.do not let this claim of love end with you.
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under the napkin were four more hundred dollar bills.well,there was 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 know 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 is going to be all right. i love you,BRYAN ANDERSON". there is an old saying that said" what goes around comes around"
