Playing with Rats
Suggestive Games1
Suggestive Games2
Good Stress
Travel With Rats
Literature
Some Stories
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 hr 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 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 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 cash
register was like the telephone of an out-of-work actor -- it didn't ring
much. 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 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, 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. The waitress wondered where the lady
could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin under which
were four $100 bills. 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."
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."
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