He almost didn't see the 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 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 gonna be all
right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.