|
|
A man 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 raging on, the chill had finally hit his 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 ad he knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, which came in handy.
Ii 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. He pulled up in front of her 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 her 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 the chill which only fear can put in you.
“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.
She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been al right with her. She bad already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.
Bryan never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to him.
This was helping some 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 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 café. 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 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 moths 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 charge for her 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 the napkin under which was 4$100 bills. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote.
It said,” 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.”
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 lady due next month, it was going to be hard.
She knew how worded 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.”
一天傍晚，在一条双车道的乡间小路上，一名男子正开着车向家驶去。在这么一个中西部的小镇里，工作节奏就像他那辆破旧不堪的庞蒂亚克一样缓慢无比。但是对于未来，他却从来没有灰心失望过。
自从工厂倒闭后，他就待业在家。冬日将近，生活的坚信也伴随着这冬日的严寒侵袭着这个家庭。
路上空荡荡的无一人。除了离开的人，没有人会愿意在这漆黑寒冷的晚上走这条路。她的朋友大多已经离去。他们要养家糊口，要实现梦想，但是他却留了下来。
毕竟，这是他父母埋葬的地方。也是生他养他的地方。他熟悉这里的一切。即使闭上眼睛，他也知道道路两边的风景。及时前车灯坏了，凭着这种熟悉，他也能在这路上自如地行驶。
夜幕降临，大雪纷纷扬扬地飘落下来。他的赶紧时间回家。知道吗，他差点就没有看到路边那个身处困境的老太太。虽然天色昏暗，他还是看出来她需要帮助。他把车开到这位老太太的身边，走到她跟前，他的庞蒂克亚还在那儿扑哧扑哧地响着。尽管他面带笑容，老太太还是忧心忡忡，因为在过去的一个小时里没有肯停下车来帮助她。
他会伤害她吗？他看上去没有给人一点安全感，她看上去是如此得贫穷与饥饿。他可以看得出来，站在寒风中的她还是有些害怕。他了解，黑暗与无助将她包围在恐惧当中。
“我是来帮助你的。你怎么不在车里等呢？那里暖和啊。顺便说一句，我叫布莱恩。”
原来，这个老太太的车胎爆了，但是对于一位上了年纪的老太太来说，这已经糟糕透了。
老太太问他应该付他多少钱，不论他要多少，她都会给的。她已经做好了最坏的打算。如果不是他停下来帮忙的话，她真不知道还会发生什么可怕的事情。
布赖恩从来没有考虑过钱的问题，他也并不是希望从这位老太太身上得到什么而帮助她的。
这只不过是给有困难的人一些可能的帮助罢了。事实上，在过去的日子里，他也得到了不少好心人人的帮助······他的一生都是这样，乐于助人，从来没有改变过。
他告诉她，如果真的想报答他的话，那么下次有人需要帮助的时候，她可以尽可能的给于他们帮助。布莱恩接着说，“······并且要想想我。”
他看着她把车子开走了。天是那么的冷，冷得让人阴郁。他却快乐地朝家的方向驶去，很快消失在夜暮中。
老太太没开多远就看见一家小咖啡厅。她想进去弄点吃的，暖和缓和身子再往家赶。小店灯光昏暗，门口放着两个旧气泵。
周围的一切使她感到陌生。收银机就想过气的演员一样，根本派不上用场。女服务员递给她一跳条毛巾，让她擦干了那湿呼呼的头发。
女服务员脸上挂着谈谈的微笑，虽然已经忙碌了一整天，笑容却还是那么令人感到亲切。老太太发现女服务员已经怀有8个月的身孕，但她并没有因此而忘记自己的职责。
老太太感叹着，一个如此需要帮助的人却在不停的帮助别人，这是多么的伟大啊。这令她想起了布莱恩。
吃过饭后，女服务员拿着老太太的百元大钞去找零。等到女服务员拿着零钱回来时，老太太已经离开了。女服务员不知道发生了什么事，突然她发现了留在餐巾纸上的字迹，下面还有4张百元大钞。读着纸巾上的话语，感激的泪水已经打湿了她的眼眶。
纸巾上这样写着：“这是你应得的。就像我帮助你一样，我也曾接受过别人的帮助。如去哦你真的想报答我的话，那么请不要让这条爱之链在你这断掉。”
那天晚上下班回到家，躺在床上，她不停地想着这笔钱和那位老太太的话。这位老太太怎么会知道他家里急需这笔钱呢？下个月孩子就要出生了，他们的日子会愈加的艰难。
他知道丈夫很关心她。当他在她身边躺下时，她轻轻地吻了她在他的耳边小声低语到，“放心吧，一切都会好起来的；我爱你，布莱恩。” |
|
IP卡
狗仔卡
发表于 2008-10-30 15:11:26
提升卡
置顶卡
沉默卡
喧嚣卡
变色卡
显身卡
发表于 2008-11-14 13:28:35
