WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

One day a man saw an 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 Pinto 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 going to 

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. 

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 sre always there.