This is a story that will touch each and every one of us in one way or
 another, enjoy.

 You know, 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 had 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
 that 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 that 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, and the waitress went to get change for her hundred
 dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door.  She was gone by the time
 the waitress came back.  She wondered where the lady could be, then she
 noticed something written on the napkin under which was 4
 $100 bills.  There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady
 wrote.  It said: "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 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."