Joe Helps
He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work in this small
Midwestern 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 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, 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,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 did not 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 am 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 passing through. She
could not 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 all right 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 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.
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 did not 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 could not
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 like her 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 stepped 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 have been there too. Someone once helped
me out, the way I am helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here's
what you do.
Do not 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 low,
"Everything's going
to be all right. I llove you, Joe."