FW: What goes around comes around !!! - READ IT - IT'S WORTH IT

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Dear All,

 

Let us start this year by reading below mail.

 

For every action, there is a reaction in this universe.

 

THINK GOOD, TALK GOOD, ACT GOOD.

 

B'cos GOOD AND GOD are the same.

 

If you really do good to anybody, GOD will return you in some other way.

Read the below mail :

 

 

 

 

 

" Relan,

Darshana To:

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12/30/02

05:17 PM

 

 

 

 

 

 

>

>What goes around comes around !!!

>

>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. "

>

>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. She asked him 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 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

>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 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 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, and the waitress went to get change

>for her hundred dollar bill, the lady 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

>under which was four $100 bills. 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 " .

>

>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. "

>

>There is an old saying " What goes around comes around " .

>

>Let this light shine. Don't put it under a basket. Pass this on to a

>friend.

>

 

 

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