Work, in this small mid-western community,
was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac.
But he never quit looking.
Ever since the Levi 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 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?
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,
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 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 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 that 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.
The World need love, morals, and conscious and
random acts of kindness to chase away our
storms and warm the hearts of many of the
cold, selfish entities who inhabit our planet.

Maybe I sound like a Pollyanna, a do-gooder or
one of those hippies from the sixties,
yet I would rather be that than someone who
expects everything to be centered on me.

True kindness and generosity show up in the
same way integrity does – you do right -
even when you are the only one who knows it.

Isn’t this an awesome concept?
She wondered where the lady could be,
then she noticed something written on a napkin.
There were tears in her eyes,
when she read what the lady wrote.

It said, “
You don’t owe me a thing,
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
.” 1
Create and live out
your own random acts of kindness.

Enrich your life,
and the lives
of others around you.

And bring heaven
down to earth.
[1] -Pay It Forward / The Chain of Love  
Random Acts of Kindness - Pass It On
[2] ~
Rhiannon Waits
[3] ~Unknown
[4] ~Sir John Lubbock
Pay It Forward: The Chain Of Love
MorningStar Inspirations from
Dawn Cove Abbey
Roadside Assistance For Your Journey Through Life
- Dedicated to helping people return (and maintain) sanity and decency to life -
From the eBook: "One! The Journey hOMe", by Klaas Tuinman MA, © 2007-2017

Questions and comments welcomed._
There are no great things;
just small things with great love.
Happy are those. 4
Pay It Forward”: Make a positive ripple

Paying it forward: when someone did you a good deed , instead of paying
them  back, you "pay it forward" by doing a good deed for someone else
when you get the opportunity.
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
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 wet hair.
She had a sweet smile,
one that even 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 a hundred dollar bill,
the lady slipped right out the door.

She was gone by the time the waitress came back.