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Hierdie was weer vir my 'n treffende storie en daarom deel ek dit
graag met julle. Dit is maar net weer 'n les om te leer dat ons moet
gee en help sonder om terug te verwag. Iewers, dalk gouer as wat
ons dit verwag, kom dit in elk geval weer terug!
What goes around,
comes around
One day a man saw an 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 Anderson”.
Well, all she had was a flat tyre, 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 tyre. 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. H