A lovely story to read

This is probably from the Chicken Soup for the Country Soul...

> One day a man saw an 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 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 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.
>
> Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked
> 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 she saw someone who needed help, she could give
> that person the 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 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'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.'
>
> 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 to be all right. I
> love you, Bryan Anderson.'