A Story That’ll Touch Your Heart

 

This story below really will touch your heart. God’s love is too priceless to be bought or earned by you or me.

The Pearl

David Morse - American missionary to India - became great friends there with the pearl-diver, Rambhau. Many an evening he spent in Rambhau's cabin reading to him from the Bible, and explaining to him God's way of salvation.

Rambhau enjoyed listening to the Word of God, but whenever the missionary tried to get Rambhau to accept Christ as his Savior - he would shake his head and reply, "Your Christian way to heaven is too easy for me! I cannot accept it. If ever I should find admittance to heaven in that manner - I would feel like a pauper there...like a beggar who has been let in out of pity. I may be proud - but I want to deserve, I want to earn my place in heaven -- and so I am going to work for it."

Nothing the missionary could say seemed to have any effect on Rambhau's decision, and so quite a few years slipped by. One evening, however, the missionary heard a knock on his door, and on going to open it he found Rambhau there.

"Come in, dear friend," said Morse.

"No," said the pearl-diver. "I want you to come with me to my house, Sahib, for a short time -- I have something to show you. Please do not say 'No'."

"Of course I'll come," replied the missionary. As they neared his house, Rambhau said: "In a week's time I start working for my place in heaven; I am leaving for Delhi -- and I am going there on my knees."

"Man, you are crazy! It's nine hundred miles to Delhi, and the skin will break on your knees, and you will have blood-poisoning or leprosy before you get to Bombay."

"No, I must get to Delhi," affirmed Rambhau, "and the immortals will reward me for it! The suffering will be sweet - for it will purchase heaven for me!"

"Rambhau, my friend - you can't. How can I bear you to do it - when Jesus Christ has suffered and died to purchase heaven for you!"

But the old man could not be moved. "You are my dearest friend on earth, Sahib Morse. Through all these years you have stood by me in sickness, in want - you have been sometimes my only friend. But even you cannot turn me from my desire to purchase eternal bliss...I must go to Delhi!"

Inside the hut Morse was seated in the very chair Rambhau had specially built for him - where on so many occasions he had read to him the Bible.

Rambhau left the room to return soon with a small but heavy English strongbox. "I have had this box for years," said he, "and I keep only one thing in it. Now I will tell you about it, Sahib Morse. I once had a son..."

"A son! Why, Rambhau, you have never before said a word about him!"

"No, Sahib, I couldn't." Even as he spoke the diver's eyes were moistened.

"Now I must tell you, for soon I will leave, and who knows whether I shall ever return? My son was a diver too. He was the best pearl diver on the coasts of India. He had the swiftest dive, the keenest eye, the strongest arm, the longest breath of any man who ever sought for pearls.

What joy he brought to me! Most pearls, as you know, have some defect or blemish only the expert can discern, but my boy always dreamed of finding the 'perfect' pearl - one beyond all that was ever found. One day he found it! But even when he saw it - he had been under water too long... That pearl cost him his life, for he died soon after."

The old pearl diver bowed his head. For a moment his whole body shook, but there was no sound. "All these years," he continued, "I have kept this pearl - but now I am going, not to return, and to you, my best friend - I am giving my pearl."

The old man worked the combination on the strongbox and drew from it a carefully wrapped package. Gently opening the cotton, he picked up a mammoth pearl and placed it in the hand of the missionary.

It was one of the largest pearls ever found off the coast of India, and glowed with a luster and brilliance never seen in cultured pearls. It would have brought a fabulous sum in any market.

For a moment the missionary was speechless and gazed with awe. "Rambhau! What a pearl!"

"That pearl, Sahib, is perfect," replied the Indian quietly. The missionary looked up quickly with a new thought: Was not this the very opportunity and occasion he had prayed for - to make Rambhau understand the value of Christ's sacrifice? So he said, designedly, "Rambhau, this is a wonderful pearl, an amazing pearl. Let me buy it. I would give you ten thousand dollars for it."

"Sahib! What do you mean?"

"Well, I will give you fifteen thousand dollars for it, or if it takes more - I will work for it."

"Sahib," said Rambhau, stiffening his whole body, "this pearl is beyond price. No man in all the world has money enough to pay what this pearl is worth to me. On the market a million dollars could not buy it. I will not sell it to you. You may only have it as a gift."

"No, Rambhau, I cannot accept that. As much as I want the pearl, I cannot accept it that way. Perhaps I am proud, but that is too easy. I must pay for it, or work for it..."

The old pearl-diver was stunned. "You don't understand at all, Sahib. Don't you see. My only son gave his life to get this pearl, and I wouldn't sell it for any money. Its worth is in the life-blood of my son. I cannot sell this - but I can give it to you. Just accept it in token of the love I bear you."

The missionary was choked, and for a moment could not speak. Then he gripped the hand of the old man. "Rambhau," he said in a low voice, "don't you see? My words are just what you have been saying to God all the time."

The diver looked long and searchingly at the missionary, and slowly, slowly he began to understand. "God is offering you salvation as a free gift," said the missionary. "It is so great and priceless that no man on earth can buy it. Millions of dollars are too little. No man on earth could earn it. His life would be millions of years too short. No man is good enough to deserve it. It cost God the life-blood of His only Son to make the entrance for you into heaven. In a million years, in a hundred pilgrimages, you could not earn that entrance. All you can do is to accept it as a token of God's love for you - a sinner.

"Rambhau, of course I will accept the pearl in deep humility, praying God that I may be worthy of your love. Rambhau, won't you accept God's great gift of heaven, too, in deep humility, knowing it cost Him the death of His Son to offer it to you?"

Great tears were now rolling down the cheeks of the old man. The veil was beginning to lift. "Sahib, I see it now. I have believed in the doctrine of Jesus for the last two years, but I could not believe that His salvation was free. Now I understand. Some things are too priceless to be bought or earned. Sahib, I will accept His salvation!"

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."
John 3:16

I Said a Prayer For You Today

I said a prayer for you today,

And know God must have heard.

I felt the answer in my heart

Although He spoke no word.

I didn't ask for wealth or fame,

I knew you wouldn't mind.

I asked Him to send treasures

Of a far more lasting kind.

I asked that He'd be near you

At the start of each new day,

To grant you health and blessings

And friends to share your way.

I asked for happiness for you

In all things great and small,

But it was for His loving care

I prayed the most of all.

A Letter From God

 

As you got up I watched and hoped you would talk to me. Just a few words, such as thanking me for something good in your life yesterday or last week, would do.

But I noticed you were busy selecting the right clothes for work. I waited again to hear from you.

When you ran around the house collecting papers, I knew there would be a few minutes to stop and say hello, but you never slowed down.

I wanted to tell you that I could help you accomplish more than you ever dreamed possible if you would just spend some of each day with me.

At one point you waited fifteen minutes in a chair with nothing to do. I waited to hear from you. Then I saw you spring to your feet; I thought you wanted to talk to me, but you ran to the phone and called a friend.

I watched as off to work you went and waited patiently all day long to hear from you. With all your activities you were too busy to talk with me.

I noticed at lunch you looked around; maybe you just felt embarrassed to talk to me. You glanced three tables over and noticed some of your friends talking to me before they ate, but you wouldn't.

There was still more time left, and I hoped that we would talk. You went home and had many things to do. After they were done, you turned on the TV; just about anything goes there and you spend many hours watching. I waited as you continued watching TV and ate your meal but again you wouldn't talk to me.

At bedtime you were totally tired. After you said good night to your family you plopped into bed and fell asleep. I had so much wanted to be part of your day. We could have had so much fun and accomplished
so much together.

I love you so much that I wait everyday for a thought, prayer or thanks. Well, maybe tomorrow! I'll be waiting.

Your Friend,
God

The Three Trees

 

This is really good… A must read.

 

The Three Trees

Once upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up.

The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!"

The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!"

The third little tree looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world."

Years passed.  The rain came, the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall.

 

One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain.

 

The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" The first tree said.

 

The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his ax, the second tree fell. "Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!"

 

The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me," he muttered. With a swoop of his ax, the third tree fell.

 

The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered with gold, nor with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.

 

The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river. Instead she was taken to a little lake.

 

The third tree was confused when the woodcutter cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?" The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God..."

 

Many, many days and night passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." her husband whispered.

 

The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." she said. And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.

 

One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered.

 

She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew she was carrying the king of heaven and earth.

 

One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel.

 

But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything.

 

It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.

 

The next time you feel down because you didn't get what you want, sit tight and be happy because God is thinking of something better to give you.

Are You A Perfect Man?

 

I have just read a write-up in the website listing the criteria what women look for in a man.

Man ~ see below for the criteria and if you fall within, then you definitely have double the chance of getting a mate.

Ladies ~ need not to say. I know you’ll take this like the gospel truth ;p

 

1. 6-feet tall (gaaawwwsh!! got a long way to go)
2. Toned and athletic (if you say with a beer belly is toned and athletic, then I’m in)
3. Brown eyes (don’t even know my eyes colour)
4. Short dark hair (do you know grey hair is the new trend? define short! )
5. Smart dress sense (errr…)
6. Beer drinker (hell, yeah! Loads of them)
7. Non-smoker (I don’t smoke, just light it up and suck)
8. Wears smart jeans, shirt and a V-neck jumper (no comment, mommy decides what I wear)
9. Gets ready in 17 minutes (errr… does it include getting into shower and taking a dump?)
10. Stylish (does it include wrong combi of colors?)
11. Wants a family (no choice, born to one tho)
12. Earns £48,000 ($77,000) a year (gotto find myself another job)
13. Loves shopping (for?)
14. Eats meat (what meat? which part of the body?)
15. Clean shaven (omg)
16. Smooth chest (damn those hair)
17. Watches soaps (woooo… bubbly)
18. Enjoys watching football (like the cheerleaders)
19. Drives an Audi (long way to go… still driving a Perodua)
20. Educated to degree level (finally, at least 1)
21. Earns more than his other half (err… if you have the other half, then why the hell you are looking at this list? huh!?)
22. Jokes around and has a laugh (been associated with cuckoo fellas)
23. Sensitive when his wife/girlfriend is upset (sensitive also when they start hitting you too)
24. Says “I love you” only when he means it (yea… only when you want some action)
25. Admits it when he looks at other women (hell, NO!)
26. Has a driver’s license (does it include after many attempts, and after giving bribe?)
27. Can swim (can sink)
28. Can ride a bike (yea… riding behind as pillion rider)
29. Can change a tire (of course, send it to the tire shop)
30. Calls mom regularly (never call… mom always calls)
Via http://www.divinecaroline.com/24138/128457-meet-perfect#ixzz1wPWHNwko

p.s. ~ the comments in red are all mine only, and have no association  or resemblance with anyone in particular ;p

Come to think about it… if all ladies take this list and follow, then we’re gonna have loads of old people running around  hahaha  ;p

Your Angel

 

This is a  tribute to all mothers. I personally find this so meaningful and would like all children, no matter how old you are, either 10, 20, 30 or 40 years old, you are still a child to your Angel.

 

Your Angel

Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God: "They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless?"

God replied, "Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for you and will take care of you."

"But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy."  "Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy."

"And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk?"  "Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak."

"And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you?"  "Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray."

"I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me?"  "Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life."

"But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore."  "Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you."

At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly:
"Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name."

"Your angel's name is of no importance, but you will call your angel this: Mommy."

Just Five More Minutes

 

The story below is so true. We always regret when something bad happened, and then when we look back, it was the 5 more minutes.

 

While at the park one day, a woman sat down next to a man on a bench near a playground.  "That's my son over there," she said, pointing to a little boy in a red sweater who was gliding down the slide.

"He's a fine looking boy" the man said. "That's my daughter on the bike in the white dress."  Then, looking at his watch, he called to his daughter. "What do you say we go, Melissa?"

Melissa pleaded, "Just five more minutes, Dad. Please? Just five more minutes."  The man nodded and Melissa continued to ride her bike to her heart's content. Minutes passed and the father stood and called again to his daughter. '"Time to go now?"

Again Melissa pleaded, "Five more minutes, Dad. Just five more minutes."

The man smiled and said, "OK."

"My, you certainly are a patient father," the woman responded.

The man smiled and then said, "Her older brother Tommy was killed by a drunk driver last year while he was riding his bike near here. I never spent much time with Tommy and now I'd give anything for just five more minutes with him. I've vowed not to make the same mistake with Melissa.

She thinks she has five more minutes to ride her bike. The truth is, I get Five more minutes to watch her play."

Life is all about making priorities, what are your priorities?

Give someone you love 5 more minutes of your time today!

Three Men Cross a River

 

This is really funny… but I hope all my male friends wont come n whack da sh*t outta me  hahaha

One day, three men were hiking and unexpectedly came upon a large raging, violent river. They needed to get to the other side, but had no idea of how to do so.

 

The first man prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength to cross this river." Poof! God gave him big arms and strong legs, and he was able to swim across the river in about two hours, after almost drowning a couple of times.

 

Seeing this, the second man prayed to God, saying, "Please God, give me the strength .. and the tools to cross this river." Poof! God gave him a rowboat and he was able to row across the river in about an hour, after almost capsizing the boat a couple of times.

 

The third man had seen how this worked out for the other two, so he also prayed to God saying, "Please God, give me the strength and the tools .. and the intelligence ... to cross this river."

 

And Poof! God turned him into a woman. She looked at the map, hiked upstream a couple of hundred yards, then walked across the bridge.

 

* To all my bros, if u really wanna come n look 4 me after reading d above, then pls pray that God gives u strength, d tools n d intelligence 1st yea… kekeke

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

It’s been a particularly tiring day today, after all that happened this 1+ week. Lost of things, police stations, police stations and police stations! Then lawyer’s office.

 

And, last nite I read an article sent thru one of my subscription “Why Can’t I Find God?” And I think God is trying to tell me a message from there.

 

And to my amazement, I received an email from a very senior man whom I respect very much, Mr. Chellappan. And though I know God always hears and answers my prayers, now I know that God is with me and he is speaking to me everyday, through many ways.

 

Please read the below excerpt sent by my friend:

 

YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

*Good morning said a woman as she walked up to the man sitting on ground.* *The man slowly looked up.

**

**This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new.. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. **

**His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before.. "Leave me alone," he growled..... **

To his amazement, the woman continued standing.

**She was smiling -- her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" she asked. **

**"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the president.. Now go away." **

**The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. **

**"What are you doing, lady?" the man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone.

**

**Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" he asked.. *

*

**"No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?" **

**The officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"

**

**"See that cafeteria over there?" she asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile." **

**"Are you crazy, lady?" the homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, officer. I didn't do anything."* *" This is a good deal for you, Jack" the officer answered. "Don't blow it.."

**

**Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got Jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived...

**

**The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by his table. "What's going on here, officer?" he asked. "What is all this, is this man in trouble?" **

**"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered. **

**"Not in here!" the manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business.." **

**Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place." **

**The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled....... "Sir, are you familiar with Eddy and Associates, the banking firm down the street?" **

**"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms." **

**"And do you make a godly amount of money providing food at these weekly meetings?" **

**"What business is that of yours?" **

**I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, president and CEO of the company." **

**"Oh." **

**The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, officer?" **

**"No thanks, ma'am," the officer replied. "I'm on duty." **

**"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"* *"Yes, maam. That would be very nice.." **

**The cafeteria manager turned on his heel, "I'll get your coffee for you right away, officer." **

**The officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place,"

he said. **

**"That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this."

**

She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently.. "Jack, do you remember me?"

**

**Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes. "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."

**

**"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry." **

**"Ma'am?" the officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.**

**"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat." **

**Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said.. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy." **

**"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble... Then, when I looked over and saw you put the price of my food in the cash register, I knew then that everything would be all right." **

"So you started your own business?" Old Jack said. **

**"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card.. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons...He's the personnel director of my company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet... If you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you." **

**There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you?" he

said.*

*"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the glory. Thank God...... He led me to you." **

**Outside the cafeteria, the officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways....

**

**"Thank you for all your help, officer," she said. **

**"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And..And thank you for the

coffee."*

*! **

God is going to shift things around for you today and let things work in your favor.

**If you believe, send it.

If you don't believe, delete it. **

**God closes doors no man can open & God opens doors no man can close.. ** **If you need God to open some doors for you...send this on.**

**Have a blessed day and remember to be a blessing...* *LIVE WELL, LOVE MUCH, LAUGH OFTEN*

Hope Our Hospital Staff Doesn't End Up Like Tis

I really hope that our hospital staff won't end up like this fella when our hospital opens in the future. It's gonna be a classic if it happens... I'll b d 1st to fly down there & congratulate him kekeke

Hospital regulations require a wheel chair for patients being discharged. However, while working as a student nurse, I found one elderly gentleman already dressed and sitting on the bed with a suitcase at his feet, who insisted he didn't need my help to leave the hospital.

After a chat about rules being rules, he reluctantly let me wheel him to the elevator.

On the way down I asked him if his wife was meeting him.

'I don't know,' he said.

'She's still upstairs in the bathroom changing out of her hospital gown.

'

I Wanna Grow Old Like This ;p

This one is really good... i wanna grow old like this.. though it's kinda weird, but wat da heck. enjoy ur life.

Couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things down to help them remember ..

Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair. 'Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?' he asks.

'Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?'

'Sure..'

'Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?' she asks.

'No, I can remember it..'

'Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so as not to forget it?' He says, 'I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries.'

'I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down?' she asks.

Irritated, he says, 'I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!'

Then he toddles into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes, The old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.. She stares at the plate for a moment.

'Where's my toast ?'

What Goes Around, Comes Around

 

It has been a particularly busy day today, with loads of thing to clear on my table… plus with all the phone calls coming in from different people with various ‘problems’… and many emails to clear, read, respond to…  “gawsh… I was thinking to myself. What a start of a day” but one particular email that just came attracted my attention as the heading doesn’t seem to be the usual ones. It says “What Goes Around Comes Around”.

 

Though it’s an email which I think many would have received and read many times before, but it’s worth reading it again. It’ll definitely touch your heart.

 

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND...

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 looked 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 tyre, 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 tyre. 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. 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 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: '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.

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 send you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it on.

Let this light shine.

God works in mysterious ways and sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.

Don't delete it, don't return it...

Simply, pass this on to a friend, i just did...