Do you believe in coincidence? Good luck? Bad Luck? Karma? Nah, me either! What? You do---Kinda, sorta! Ok, to each their own. I am a believer in "what goes around comes around." And I also believe in Angels that don't look like angels and Divine Appointments. Am I crazy? Hah! Don't ask! Sure makes the world more interesting, though. Here is a story about Joe and his interesting drive home one night from work. Is it a true story? Why not?
Joe was driving home from work on his two-lane country road in his well-worn Ford pick-up. Another day of looking for work, (with no luck), and its been six months since the plant closed down. Oh, he did little odds and ends here and there, but not much to speak of. It was a cool, brisk night and one could tell that winter would soon arrive. Joe was on the road when he noticed a car sitting on the side of the road. A beautiful Mercedes-Benz. Looked fairly new too. He thought it was abandoned and almost didn't see the old lady sitting in the car. He knew she needed help, so he pulled up right beside her, noticing the Mercedes had a flat tire.
He could see she was scared to death, what, he being a stranger and all, so he quickly said, "Hello ma'am, my name is Joe. Do you need help getting your tire changed?" Well, what could the lady do? The crisp, cool air of the evening made fear even more prevalent, but she was at his mercy. (This took place well before cell phones were common place). Anyway, Joe opened up the trunk, got the jack out, crawled under the car and tried to figure out the best place to place the jack in order to change the tire. In the process, he bumped his head, scraped his knuckles a couple of times and tore a little hole in his jeans. But after about 15 minutes, the tire was changed and the Mercedes was once again road-ready and the lady was indeed pleased.
"Can I give you some money" she asked Joe? "You've been a tremendous help to me." And she thought to herself, "there really are angels."
"Nah, that's ok," Joe replied. "But if you really want to pay me back, the next time you see someone in some kind of need, help them out a little bit and think of me, ok?" She smiled and nodded and with that she started the car up and took off down the road. Joe, brushed himself off, wiped the blood from his knuckles and rubbed his bruised head a bit and then got in his truck and continued on down the road.
A few miles down the road, the lady stopped at a little diner to grab a bite to eat. It was a tiny little place and not the cleanest in the world but she just wanted a quick salad maybe and a cup of coffee. As she sat down, her waitress came over, wiped off the table and smiled at the lady. One could easily tell that this waitress was worn out due to probably working there since early morning and she looked to be about eight months pregnant. Still she seemed happy and treated her with the utmost respect.
After the lady finished her meal, the waitress handed her the check for the meal. While the waitress went back behind her counter, the woman got up and quickly left this dingy little cafe. As she was walking out the door, the waitress walked over to get the money for the meal. When she picked up the check, there was a "one-thousand" dollar bill on the table, and a note, "Thank you for the nice salad and cup of coffee. I enjoyed you waiting on me. Please accept this money. Someone recently helped me out and now I want to help you out. If you want to pay me back, don't let this chain of love stop. The next time you see someone in need, help them out and think of me. God bless."
Well, there were still tables to be cleared and sugar bowls to be filled and other people to serve but the waitress finally made it through her double shift. She was absolutely worn out when she got home that evening, climbed into bed, smiling over the blessing that happened to her that night. "There really are angels", she thought. How could she have known how much she and her husband needed this money? With the baby due next month, it was gonna be hard making ends meet. And she knew this bothered her husband so much as he lay sleeping next to her, so she simply just gave him a kiss and softly whispered, "Everything's gonna be all right, Joe. I love you."
This week, take some time to help someone out. And then tell me about it at firstname.lastname@example.org or call me at 319-327-4640. Random acts of Kindness!