Random Acts of Kindness:

The Domino Effect
Even in the dim twilight, Michael
could see the elderly woman needed help.
As his sputtering Pontiac
approached her crippled Mercedes, her frail index trembled. His smile seemed friendly
enough, but no one else, in over an hour, had cared to stop. Was he going to hurt her? He
didn't look safe, he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was
frightened as well as wet and cold. 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 Michael."
Michael crawled under the car to
look for a place to put the jack. As he worked, he skinned his knuckles a time or two. It
was dirty work and his hands hurt but soon he was able to change her flat tire.
As he was tightening up the lug
nuts, the lady rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was
from St. Louis and was just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to
her aid.
Michael just smiled as he closed
her trunk. She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been fine with her
having imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped.
To Michael, this was not a job for
hire, this was helping someone in need. God knows, many people had given him a hand in the
past. He had lived his life that way. It never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really
wanted to pay him, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that
person the assistance that they needed. Michael added "...and think of me".
He waited until she successfully
started her car and drove off. It had been a depressing day for Michael, but, for now, he
felt good and headed home.
A few miles down the road the lady
noticed a small cafe. She stopped to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before
making 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.
Just then, a waitress brought her a
clean towel. "You poor thing," she said with a sweet smile, "You're all
wet." The lady noticed that the waitress appeared to be nearly eight months pregnant
and wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she
remembered Michael.
After she finished her meal, and
the waitress went to make change for her hundred dollar bill, the lady slipped out the
door. When the waitress returned, she wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed
something written on a napkin. Under it she found four $100 bills.
With tearful eyes she read:
"You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me the way
I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me here is what to do... don't let this chain
of kindness end with you."
There were still tables to clear,
sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through the day.
Arriving home from work, she parked her humble car behind her husband's old Pontiac.
As she climbed into bed, she
thought about the money, the lady and the note on a napkin. With the baby due, it was
going to be hard. She knew how very worried her husband had been.
She leaned over his sleeping body
and gave him a soft kiss. "Everything's going to be all right," she whispered,
"I love you, Michael." |