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Pay it forward

While I was digging some of my old emails, I found this mail attachment sent by a friend few years ago. There is nothing wrong to pay forward it is just mean to make a clear path of happiness than others. I share the attachment here for all to read.

“This pretty similar to the movie “Pay It Forward”. Wouldn’t the world be much better place if everyone could just practice this…

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 upgiving to a stranger like her. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the old lady finished her meal, she signalled to the waitress for the bill.  When the waitress came over, the old lady put a Hundred Dollar note on the tray.  As the  waitress went to get the change, 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 beneath  the napkin.  There were four $ 100 notes.

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 old 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”.

 

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6 thoughts on “Pay it forward

  1. That was wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with me.

  2. Thanks Tammy, You have a wonderful blog too

  3. Wow, that is quite interesting and very emotional! I love stories like that. It is true, the world could be such a better place if everyone would just pay it forward.

    Thanks for visiting my blog. I really hope to learn a lot about how people comment and respond; it would be a good topic for all us bloggers who love to comment!

  4. Thanks Melinda, glad that you like it.

  5. i read this in email too not so long time ago. this is indeed a nice story… a lesson to all of us.

    i do believe in this karma:

    “What goes around comes around”.

  6. Yes, Faisal, agree with you

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