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He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road.

Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow

as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking.

Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and with

winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was a

lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it,

unless they were leaving.Most of his friends had already left.

They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed

on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father.

He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this

road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his

headlights not working, that came in handy.

 

It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming

down. He'd better get a move on.You know, 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 that 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 Joe."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that

was bad enough. Joe 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 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. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked him

how much she owed him.Any amount would have been alright with

her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could

have happened had he not stopped.

 

Joe never thought twice about the money. 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 that they needed, and

Joe 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 cash register was like the telephone of

an out of work actor-it didn't ring much.

Her 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 that 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 Joe.

After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get

her change from a hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped right

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 a napkin. There were tears in her eyes,

when she read what the lady wrote. It said, "You don't owe me a

thing, I've been there too. Someone once helped me out, the way

I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's what

you do. Don't let the chain of love end with you."

 

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 she 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 alright; I love you, Joe."

[Guest guest]

 

How True!! what you give is what you get!! you may never know when or how but

your good deeds come back to you Ten Fold.

 

I beleive that a smile or a helpful word can make someones day.

Thank you for sending this in

 

jai sai ram

VeruschkaBhattathiri wrote:

He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road.Work, in this small

mid-western community, was almost as slowas his beat-up Pontiac. But he never

quit looking.Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed, and

withwinter raging on, the chill had finally hit home. It was alonely road. Not

very many people had a reason to be on it,unless they were leaving.Most of his

friends had already left.They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But

he stayedon. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father.He was

born here and knew the country. He could go down thisroad blind, and tell you

what was on either side, and with hisheadlights not working, that came in

handy.It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were comingdown. He'd

better get a move on.You know, he almost didn't seethe old

lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in thedim light of day, he

could see she needed help. So he pulled upin front of her Mercedes and got

out.His Pontiac was stillsputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile

on hisface, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the lasthour or so.

Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, helooked poor and hungry.He

could see that she was frightened, standing out there in thecold. He knew how

she felt. It was that chill that only fearcan put in you. He said, "I'm here to

help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in thecar where it's warm. By the way, my

name is Joe."Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, thatwas

bad enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a placeto put the jack,

skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon hewas able to change the tire. But he

had to get dirty and hishands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she

rolleddown her window and began to talk to him.She told him that she was from

St. Louis and was only justpassing through. She couldn't thank him enough for

coming toher aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk. She asked himhow much

she owed him.Any amount would have been alright withher. She had already

imagined all the awful things that couldhave happened had he not stopped. Joe

never thought twice about the money. This was not a job tohim. This was helping

someone in need, and God knows there wereplenty who had given him a hand in the

past.He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred tohim to act

any other way. He told her that if she really wantedto pay him back, the next

time she saw someone who needed help,she could give that person the assistance

that they needed, andJoe added "...and think of me". He waited until she

started hercar and drove off. It had been a cold and

depressing day, but he felt good as heheaded for home, disappearing into the

twilight.A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She wentin to

grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before shemade the last leg of her

trip home. It was a dingy lookingrestaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps.

The whole scene wasunfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone

ofan out of work actor-it didn't ring much.Her waitress came over and brought a

clean towel to wipe herwet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on

herfeet for the whole day couldn't erase.The lady noticed that the waitress was

nearly eight monthspregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change

herattitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so littlecould be so

giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Joe.After the lady finished her meal,

and the waitress went to gether change from a hundred dollar bill, the

lady slipped rightout the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came

back.She wondered where the lady could be, then she noticedsomething written on

a napkin. There were tears in her eyes,when she read what the lady wrote. It

said, "You don't owe me athing, I've been there too. Someone once helped me

out, the wayI'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's whatyou

do. Don't let the chain of love end with you."Well, there were tables to clear,

sugar bowls to fill, andpeople 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 she have known

how much she and her husband neededit? With the baby due next month, it was

going to be hard. She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay

sleepingnext to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft andlow,

"Everything's gonna be alright; I love you, Joe."