MOTIVATION

What goes around comes around

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One day a man saw an old woman, trapped on the side of the road, but when the sun came up, she saw that we needed help. So he pulled in front of his Mercedes and walked out. His Pontiac was still coughing when he came to him.

Even with a smile on his face, he was worried. No one had ever helped to help in the last hour or so. Would he hurt her? He didn’t look safe; he looked poor and hungry.

She saw that she was scared, and she was standing there in the cold. He knew how he felt. It was that calm that could only put fear in you.

He said, ‘I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why not wait in the car for warmth? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson. ‘

Yes, all he had was a flat tire, but in his old age, that was bad enough. Bryan got under the car looking for a place to put the jug, in his spear skin for a moment or two. He soon managed to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands were hurt.

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As he tightened the nuts on the cone, he lowered the window and began talking to her. You told him you were from St. Louis. Louis and he was just passing by. She could not thank him enough for helping him.

Bryan just smiled and closed his trunk. The woman asked how much he owed her. Any amount would be right for him. He was just thinking about all the bad things that could have happened if he had not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job
to him. This helped the person who needed help, and God knows it was a lot, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to do anything else.

Tell him that if he really wants to pay you, the next time he comes to see someone who needs help, he is begging
I gave the person the help they needed, and Bryan added, ‘And think of me.’

He waited until he opened his car and left. It was a cold and stressful day, but he felt good as he headed home, disappearing in the middle of the night.

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A few miles down the road a woman saw a small cafe. He went in and got some food to eat, and got rid of the fever before he made the last leg of his journey home. It was a good-looking restaurant. Outside were two old electric pumps. The whole situation was unfamiliar to him. The waiter came and brought a clean towel to wipe his wet hair. She had a smiling face, one that could not be erased by standing up all day. The woman noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but did not allow the discomfort and pain to change her attitude. The old woman wondered how it was possible for someone with so little to give so much to a stranger. Then he remembered Bryan.

After the woman finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollars. The waiter quickly went to change his 100 cents, but the old woman was out the door. He was gone when the waiter returned. The waiter wondered where the lady could be. Then she saw something written on the napkin.

Tears came to his eyes when he read what the woman had written: ‘You owe me nothing. I was there too. Someone once helped me, the way I help you. If you want to pay me, here’s what you do: Don’t let this love series end for you. ‘

Beneath the cloth were some $ 100 bills.

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Yes, there were drying tables, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waiter was successful one day. That night when he came home from work and climbed into bed, he was thinking about money and what the young woman had written. How could she possibly know how much she and her husband needed him? Since the baby would be paid next month, it would be difficult ….

She knew how worried her husband was, and as she lay lying next to him, she hugged him and whispered to him and down, ‘Everything will be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson. ‘

There is an old saying that ‘Surround you appear.’ Today I sent you this story and I ask you to pass it on. Let this light shine.

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