Dying Man’s Daily Journal – What goes around

Haven’t been feeling all that spry the past few days and haven’t felt much like writing. Want to share another email I received. I have no idea if the story is true or not but that really doesn’t matter. The thought it contains is a message much like I have tried many times to express.

One day a man saw a 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 Pinto 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 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.

Don’t delete it, don’t return it. Simply, pass this on to a friend

Good friends are like stars….You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.

12 Responses to Dying Man’s Daily Journal – What goes around

  1. missincognegro says:

    Enjoyed the post. I am a firm believer in karma. Sometimes it rolls around quickly, and other times, it is slow and deliberate.

    Sorry to read you haven’t been feeling well. I hope you feel better and back to writing again soon. 🙂

  2. Irene says:

    Dear Bill,
    Praying for you always, Wiseman.

  3. Jaymie says:

    Oh how I want to embrace this and believe it – I will continue on though with just the possibility. 😉

  4. babychaos says:

    Ah that’s a cracker! I remember when I worked having a long conversation with a couple of colleagues about what we would do if we won the lottery. One of them said he would deliver large wads of anonymous cash to the people who had helped, encouraged or been kind to him. If I ever win the lottery…



  5. Mel says:

    If it ain’t true–it oughta be.

    ((((((( Bill )))))))

    Thinkin’ of you…

  6. Irene says:

    Dear Bill,
    Just thought about you so I thought I’d check in. Hopefully you’ll be feeling more spry soon. Rest well and be at peace with whatever is at your door. Belated (very) birthday wishes to Vi.
    Praying for you always, Wiseman.

  7. Jaymie says:

    I’ve been doing some catch up work over at my blog. Please stop by my Unexpected Gifts tab and check out the Happy Times post. I know not everyone participates but I wanted you to know that your blog makes my day brighter.

  8. Irene says:

    Dear Bill,
    I’m missing you! Hope all is well and that you’re resting and taking it easy. I’ll wait patiently until you’re back–take your time.
    Praying for your energy to be renewed, Wiseman.

  9. 5kidswdisabilities says:

    What a lovely story!!! I hope blogging helps you feel a little better. You are improving the lives of others, (like me who reads your blog,) so thanks!
    Lindsey Petersen

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  11. ceeque says:

    Lovely story, probably made up, but the point is clear and very real to me. Karma is as true as the day is long … btw, Hi Bill! Keep it going and stay strong as you are able, am always around, “lurking” as they say on the interweb …. :-)♥

  12. Ravneet Kaur says:

    Very good message. God Bless You.

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