No matter how tall a tree grows, it can never stop the sun from shining...?

Finished reading this story with soberness........
> Please do pass it on....
> 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 fears 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.
> 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.
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>
> 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 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 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:

"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."

> 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 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 going
> to be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."


> There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today I sent you
> this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on. Let this light shine.
>
> Don't delete it, don't return it. Simply, pass this on to a friend.
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>
>
> Good friends are like stars....You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
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