What goes around comes around


“What goes around comes around!”

 

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 Hari Krishna”

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.

Hari 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 Lifestyle and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.

Hari 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. Hari 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 Hari 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 Hari.

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, Hari Krishna.”

There is an old saying “What goes around comes around.” Today, I sent you this story and I’m asking you to pass it on… Let this light shine…

Urs,

SRK

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Penicillin Story !!!


Alexander Fleming

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer.

One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog.

He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself.

Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings.

An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

“I want to repay you,” said the nobleman.

“You saved my son’s life.”

“No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,” the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer.

At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel.

“Is that your son?” the nobleman asked.

“Yes,” the farmer replied proudly.

“I’ll make you a deal. Let me take him and give him a good education. If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll grow to a man you can be proud of.”

And that he did. In time, Farmer Fleming’s son graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the nobleman’s son was stricken with pneumonia.

What saved him?

Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman?

Lord Randolph Churchill.

His son’s name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

Urs,

SRK

Ship!!!


Blessings !!!

 

A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island.

 

The two survivors, not knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray to God.

 

However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.

 

The first thing they prayed for was food.

 

The next morning, the first man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its fruit.

 

The other man’s parcel of land remained barren.

 

After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife.

 

The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman who swam to his side of the land.

 

On the other side of the island, there was nothing.

 

Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food.

 

The next day, like magic, all of these were given to him.

 

However, the second man still had nothing.

 

Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could leave the island.

 

In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of the island.

 

The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second man on the island.

 

He considered the other man unworthy to receive God’s blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.

 

As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, “Why are you leaving your companion on the island?”

 

“My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,” the first man answered.

 

“His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not deserve anything.”

 

“You are mistaken!” the voice rebuked him.

 

“He had only one prayer, which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings.”

 

“Tell me,” the first man asked the voice, “What did he pray for that I should owe him anything?”

 

“He prayed that all your prayers be answered.”

 

Moral of the story:

 

For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but those of another praying for us.

 

Urs,

 

SRK

Don’t We All !!!


DON’T WE ALL

 

I was parked in front of the mall wiping off my car.

 

I had just come from the car wash and was waiting for my wife to get out of work.

 

Coming my way from across the parking lot was what society would consider a bum.

 

From the looks of him, he had no car, no home, no clean clothes, and no money.

 

There are times when you feel generous but there are other times that you just don’t want to be bothered.

 

This was one of those “don’t want to be bothered times.”

 

“I hope he doesn’t ask me for any money,” I thought. He didn’t.

 

He came and sat on the curb in front of the bus stop but he didn’t look like he could have enough money to even ride the bus.

 

After a few minutes he spoke.

 

“That’s a very pretty car,” he said.

 

He was ragged but he had an air of dignity around him.

 

His scraggly blond beard keeps more than his face warm.

 

I said, “Thanks,” and continued wiping off my car.

 

He sat there quietly as I worked.

 

The expected plea for money never came.

 

As the silence between us widened something inside said, “Ask him if he needs any help.”

 

I was sure that he would say “yes” but I held true to the inner voice.

 

“Do you need any help?” I asked.

 

He answered in three simple but profound words that I shall never forget.

 

We often look for wisdom in great men and women.

 

We expect it from those of higher learning and accomplishments.

 

I expected nothing but an outstretched grimy hand.

 

He spoke the three words that shook me.

 

“Don’t we all?” he said.

 

I was feeling high and mighty, successful and important, above a bum in the street, until those three words hit me like a twelve gauge shotgun.

 

Don’t we all?

 

I needed help.

 

Maybe not for bus fare or a place to sleep, but I needed help.

 

I reached in my wallet and gave him not only enough for bus fare, but enough to get a warm meal and shelter for the day.

 

Those three little words still ring true.

 

No matter how much you have, no matter how much you have accomplished, you need help too.

 

No matter how little you have, no matter how loaded you are with problems, even without money or a place to sleep, you can give help.

 

Even if it’s just a compliment, you can give that.

 

You never know when you may see someone that appears to have it all.

 

They are waiting on you to give them what they don’t have.

 

A different perspective on life, a glimpse at something beautiful, a respite from daily chaos, that only you through a torn world can see.

 

Maybe the man was just a homeless stranger wandering the streets.

 

Maybe he was more than that.

 

Maybe he was sent by a power that is great and wise, to messenger to a soul too comfortable in them.

 

Maybe God looked down, called an Angel, dressed him like a bum, and then said, “Go messenger to that man cleaning the car, that man needs help.”

 

Don’t we all?

 

“…..Even a smile can be charity…..”

 

Cheers,

 

SRK