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a good story...He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. Buteven in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled upin front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering whenhe approached her.Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped tohelp 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. Heknew 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 whereit's warm? By the way, my name is ."Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was badenough. crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinninghis knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But hehad to get dirty and his hands hurt.As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and beganto 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 to her aid. just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owedhim. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imaginedall the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. neverthought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helpingsomeone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a handin the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to himto act any other way.He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time shesaw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance theyneeded, and added, "And think of me."He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold anddepressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing intothe twilight.A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab abite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of hertrip 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 aclean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that evenbeing on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitresswas nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and acheschange her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so littlecould be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered .> >After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. Thewaitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but theold lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitresscame back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticedsomething written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she readwhat 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 topay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end withyou."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 homefrom work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and whatthe lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and herhusband 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 beall right. I love you, ."There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent youthis story, and I'm asking you to pass it on ... Let this light shine.Don't delete it. Please pass this on to a friend.Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know theyare always there.