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  1. #1
    Amid the hatred, distrust and despair... this is a heartwarming story... please pass it on!

    For those who've forgotten that they've heard this before.

    "What goes around comes around"

    He was tired and aching and on his way home from a long day at work, 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 old Pontiac was still sputtering as 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.

    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, "Pass it on."

    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: "This isn't a tip, it's a gift. You don't owe me anything. Somebody once helped me out and if you feel you want to pay me back, don't let this chain of love end with you, pass it on."

    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 to closing time.

    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 gentle kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."


    Moral lesson: BE KIND TO A STRANGER - SUCH KINDNESS MAY COME BACK TO YOU OR TO THE ONE YOU LOVE.

  2. #2
    good job rough neighbor ,thnx for posting it

  3. #3
    And now for reality...

    For those who've forgotten that they've heard this before. "What goes around comes around"

    He was tired and aching and on his way home from a long day selling crack, he almost didn't see the old b***ch 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 old Pontiac (Of course !) was still sputtering as he approached her.

    Wwith the smirk 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 Manuel Rodriguez." Bryan was an illegal alien from Guatamala"

    Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old b**ch, 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.

    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 (after stealing some of its contents of course). The b***ch 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. He expected a lot more than a few bucks so he dragged her out of her car and pulled her into a back alley and proceeded to violently rape her. He called some of his local boys to take turns with her ignoring her crys and pain. To add insult to injury. They stole the money from her purse but did not see the $400 in the secret compartment.


    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, "Pass it on b***ch."

    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 20 year old illegal 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 ten months pregnant with her 12th child, 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 $5 dollar meal, she paid with a twenty dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her twenty 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: "This isn't a tip, it's a gift. You don't owe me anything. Somebody once helped me out and if you feel you want to pay me back, don't let this chain of love end with you, pass it on."

    The waitress told her boyfriend who was in the restaurant and told him about the "rich woman" seemed to be loaded. He followed the old lady into the parking lot, hit her over the head with a stuck and found the 4 $100 bills in the secret compartment of her purse.

    Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it to closing time.

    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 the next day, it was going to be hard....

    She knew how worried her husband was, he was such a chunp, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a gentle kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Manual Rodriguez." Bryan was the real father of the child.

    Moral lesson: DO NOT BE KIND TO STRANGERS - SUCH KINDNESS MAY COME BACK TO YOU OR TO THE ONE YOU LOVE

    MERRY F-ING CHRISTMAS !!!

  4. #4
    Originally posted by Rough Neighbor:
    Amid the hatred, distrust and despair... this is a heartwarming story... please pass it on!

    For those who've forgotten that they've heard this before.

    "What goes around comes around"

    He was tired and aching and on his way home from a long day at work, 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 old Pontiac was still sputtering as 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.

    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, "Pass it on."

    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: "This isn't a tip, it's a gift. You don't owe me anything. Somebody once helped me out and if you feel you want to pay me back, don't let this chain of love end with you, pass it on."

    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 to closing time.

    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 gentle kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."


    Moral lesson: BE KIND TO A STRANGER - SUCH KINDNESS MAY COME BACK TO YOU OR TO THE ONE YOU LOVE.
    This was very heartwarming, RN. Thanks for sharing it.

  5. #5
    Originally posted by ProudUSC:
    This was very heartwarming, RN. Thanks for sharing it.
    What about MY version??

  6. #6
    Originally posted by SonofMichael:

    What about MY version??
    Wolves Travel In Packs
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  7. #7
    This is a good story...reminds me of a book I've read during my high school years called: Pay it forward

    Have any of you guys read it! It's awesome! I recommend it to everyone!

    Ps: I'm not telling the story because then it wouldn't worth reading it!

    Thank you for this story RN!


    Ability may get you to the top, but it takes character to keep you there.

  8. #8
    Originally posted by SonofMichael:
    ... What about MY version??
    Going by vote count, I've got three against your one, so...

  9. #9
    Originally posted by Jeanine:
    This is a good story...reminds me of a book I've read during my high school years called: Pay it forward

    Have any of you guys read it! It's awesome! I recommend it to everyone!

    Ps: I'm not telling the story because then it wouldn't worth reading it!

    Thank you for this story RN!
    I thought the same thing, Jeanine. I saw the movie version of the book and thought it was very moving.

    RN, you can count this as four for you - lol!

  10. #10
    Proud: really? Awesome! I've actually read that only during my high school years, but I loved it sooo much that I still remember it in details. I didn't know there was a movie about it too...I should check it out, eh?
    Did you like that movie? Because I LOVED the book!!!

    Bye bye,
    J.


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