What Goes Around….

Posted: under "LOVE is LOVELY".

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 Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help her 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 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 warmer? 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 fo a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was about 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 alright with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happend 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 she/he needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”

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 8 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 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.”

Good friends are like stars…..You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.

GOD BLESS!

~ Author Unknown

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THINGS HAPPEN….

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>THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON
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> ROMANS 14: 12
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>The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned
to their first
ministry,
>to reopen a church
in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early
October
excited
>about their opportunities.
When they saw
their church, it was very run
down
>and needed
much work. They set a goal to have every
thing
done in time to
have
>their first service
on Christmas Eve. They worked hard, repairing pews,
>plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18
were ahead of
schedule
>and just about finished.
On December 19 a terrible tempest - a
>driving
rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.
On the 21st, the

>pastor went over to the church.
His heart sank when he saw that the
roof
>had
leaked, causing a large area of plaster about
20 feet by 8 feet to
fall
>off the front wall of the
sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning
>about
head high.
The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not
knowing
>what else to do but postpone
the Christmas Eve service, headed home. On
the
>way he noticed that a local business was
having a flea market type sale
for
>charity so he
stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade,
ivory
>colored, crocheted tablecloth
with exquisite work, fine colors and a
>Cross
embroidered right in the center. It was just
the right size to
cover up
>the hole in the frontwall.
He bought it and headed back to the
church. By
>this time it had started to snow. An older
woman running from the
opposite
>direction was
trying to catch the bus.. She missed it. The
pastor
invited her
>to wait in the warm church for
the next bus 45 minutes later.
She sat in
a
>pew and paid no attention to the pastor
while he got a ladder, hangers,

>etc., to put
up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor
could
hardly
>believe how beautiful it looked and
it covered up the entire problem
>area.
Then he noticed the woman walking down the center
aisle. Her face
was
>like a sheet.. ‘Pastor,’
she asked, ‘where did you get that
tablecloth?
‘The
>pastor explained.
The woman asked him to check
the lower right corner
to see
>if the initials, EBG were crocheted in
to
it there. They were. These
were the
>initials of the woman, and she had
made this tablecloth 35 years
before, in
>Austria.
The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor

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TODAY’S QUOTE

Posted: under Daily Quotes.

“Man can live about forty days without food,
about three days without water,
about eight minutes without air…
but only for one second without hope.”
–Hal Lindsey

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