Just a Great Story
I’m always moved by a great story.
Periodically, I will be changing and adding to this feature of my website.
These are stories that inspire, motivate, and touch the heart. If you have
one you wish to share, e-mail it to me at my address on the home page.
Now.... relax, clear your mind, open your heart, and enjoy!
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road.
Work in this small mid-western community was almost as slow as his beat-up
Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed,
he’d been unemployed, and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit
home.
It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it
unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had
families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this
was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the
country.
He could go on down this road blind, and tell you what was on either
side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy.
It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming
down. He’d better get a move on.
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?” she worried. 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 that 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 Joe.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad
enough. Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack. In
the process, he skinned his knuckles a time or two. Soon, however, he was
able to change the tire. But he had gotten dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her 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. Joe just
smiled as he closed her trunk.
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been
alright with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could
have happened had he not stopped. Joe never thought twice about the money.
This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and goodness
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 they needed.
And Joe 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 hair.
She had a sweet smile, one that 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 Joe.
After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her
change from the hundred dollar bill she had given her, the lady slipped right
out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. She wondered
where the lady could be, and then she noticed something written on a napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady had
written. It said, “Please keep all the change. You don’t owe me a thing,
for I’ve been there, too. Someone once helped me out, the way I’m helping
you. If you really want to pay me back, here’s what you do. Don’t let the
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 she 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 alright. I love you, Joe.”