How Being Kind Pays Dividends
This is a true story of something that only a few years ago at USC
You know, he almost didn 'it, to see the old lady on the side of the road is jammed. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled out of her Mercedes and left. His Pontiac sputtered even when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. Nobody had stopped for the last hour or so to help. Did he hurt her? He didn 't look safe, he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she feared was made, there is prominent in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can make you. He said, "I'm here to help you ma 'am. Why don' tu in the car where it's waiting;'s hot? By the way, my name is Bryan." Well, it was all they had a flat tire, but for an old lady, who was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the lever, his joints felt that a time or two.
Soon he could change the tire. But he was dirty and his hands hurt. As he sharpened the handle nuts, they rolled the window down and started talking to him. She told him she was from St. Louis and only just passed through. They can '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 fine with her. She had already assumed all the terrible things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was no job for him. This helped someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him submit the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act differently.
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, "to, ... and think of me." He waited until she started her car and declined. It was a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he led home, in twilight disappear. A few miles down the road the lady saw a small coffee.
She went inside grab a bite, the cold to eat and eliminate them before the last leg of her trip home made. It was a dirty looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone of an unemployed actor: it didn 't ring a lot. Her waitress came by and brought a clean towel around her wet hair to wipe.
She had a sweet smile that even being on her feet all day couldn 't know. The lady noticed the waitress nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the stress and pain does change her attitude. The old lady wondered how could someone who did so much so a stranger can give. Then she remembered Bryan. After the lady finished her meal, the waitress and change for her hundred dollar bill was given, the lady just slipped 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 which was four $ 100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said: "You do not have is anything I owe, I was there too. Somebody once helped me out the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what you have: Let this chain of love, not with you. " terminate Well, there were lists to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and to serve people, but the waitress made it through another day.
That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she thought 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 hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he puts it to sleep next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going quite right, I love you, Bryan."