"Feel Good" Story & Thought 4 Thanksgiving Week-end

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  1. 13th Juror

    13th Juror Inactive

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    Hi all - Happy Thanksgiving week-end! :D

    I wanted to share this little story with my Websleuth friends but, wasn't quite sure where to post it. Hope this is the right place! :)

    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 factory closed, he'd been unemployed and with winter racing 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 trying to get to her sister's home by Thanksgiving Day - in time for dinner. 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 away.

    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 even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase.

    Then the lady noticed that the waitress was heavily 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. 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 can 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 kind 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. They owed $50 on the rent and another $40 for a doctor's bill. 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"

    This story was posted for you with the request that you share it with family and friends on Thanksgiving weekend.* It is merely a reminder that*goodness exists and,*throughout our lives, we have opportunities to pass it on in unselfish ways.* We may not always have happiness, but we can always give it.

    Hugs n' Thanksgiving Blessings to all ...

    13th Juror :)
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  3. Casshew

    Casshew Former Member

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    Nice Story
  4. 13th Juror

    13th Juror Inactive

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    Thanks, Cass - I liked it too. :)

    My sister sent it to me a couple of years ago and I always try to remember "not to break the chain" - most especially, during the holidays.

    13th Juror
  5. mysteriew

    mysteriew A diamond in process

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    Clay Walker - Chain Of Love Lyrics

    he was drivin home one evening
    in his beat up pontiac
    when an old lady flagged him down
    her mercedes had a flat
    he could see that she was frightened
    standing out there in the snow
    till he said im here to help you mam
    by the way, my name's Joe

    She said Im from st. Louis
    and im only passing through
    I musta seen a hundred cars go by
    this is awful nice of you

    and when he changed her tire
    and closed her trunk
    and was about to drive away
    she said How much do I owe you

    Here's what he had to say

    You dont owe me a thing
    I been there too
    Someone once helped me out
    Just the way I'm helpin you
    If you really wanna pay me back
    Here's what you do]
    Don't let the chain of love
    End with you

    Well a few miles down the road
    The lady saw a small cafe
    She went in to grab a bite to eat
    and then be on her way

    But she couldn't help but notice
    how the waitress smiled so sweet
    and how she musta been 8 monthes along
    and dead on her feet

    No she didnt know her story
    and she probably never will
    when the waitress went to get her change
    from a hundred dollar bill

    The lady slipped right out the door
    and on a napkin left a note
    there were tears in the waitress' eyes
    when she read what she wrote

    You don't owe me a thing
    I been there too
    Someone once helped me out
    Just the way Im helping you
    If you really wanna pay me back
    Here's what you do

    Dont let the chain of love
    end with you

    That night when she got home from work
    the waitress climbed into bed
    she was thinkin bout the money
    and what the lady's note had said

    As her husband lay there sleepin'
    she whispered soft and low
    Everything's gonna be all right
    I love you, Joe.
  6. Opie

    Opie Well-Known Member

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    Either way, story or lyrics, it's a good message. Thank you for posting both of those.

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