One day a man saw anold lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even inthe 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 those chills 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 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 beganto talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only justpassing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryanjust smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owedhim. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imaginedall 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 hadgiven him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it neveroccurred 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 theyneeded, and Bryan added, "And think of me."He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold anddepressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearinginto the twilight.A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab abite 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'towe 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 youdo: Do not let this chain of love end with you.
" Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. 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 tobe all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson."There is an old saying "What goes around comes around." Today, I sent youthis story and I'm asking you to pass it on... Let this light shine.Don't delete it, don't keep it. Simply, pass this on to a friend.
Is it just me or is our neighbor Singapore being inconsiderate. The only time we have visit Malaysia they launch their own tourism campaign. What I actually find insulting is, they have special promo’s for Malaysian who go visiting Singapore. As Malaysian we should be visiting our national treasure. Talking about national treasure an old friend informed me of a nice place to relax. If all goes as plan I would love to go to Bubu resort at Pulau Perhentian next year. Just sit in and take in the sun. 
http://www.buburesort.com.my/
I got Ratatouille tickets yesterday courtesy of MY.fm. The movie was 50-50 to me. It didn’t have the impact of The Incredibles or the wit of Monsters Inc. In irony it lacks its own spice to the movie. As for the graphics, it was not a let down. The quality has been magnificent especially they way they captured the nights of Paris. What I really enjoyed is the short story titled Lifted. It’s a story of an amateur alien trying to get his license in abduction. You must catch it
