> *The wheel really is round!** *
>
> *One day, a man saw an older lady, stranded on the side of the road. 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 those chills which only fear can put in you.
>
> He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in your car where
> it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.'
>
> Well, all she had was a flat tire, but, for an older 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.
> He had gotten a little dirty and his hands hurt.
>
> As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her 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 had imagined all
> the awful things that could have happened to her, 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 of the pregnancy, 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 today, 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 about their situation, 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. God works
> in mysterious ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.
>
> Don't delete it, don't return it. Simply, pass this on to a friend who cares
> about others, I just did!!!!!!!!** ***
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