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    <title>topic Do Unto Others in Community Chat</title>
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    <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="color: #00ff00; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;He was driving home one evening, on a two lane country road. Work in this&lt;BR /&gt; small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat up Pontiac, but&lt;BR /&gt; he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed,&lt;BR /&gt; and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless&lt;BR /&gt; they were leaving town. Most of his friends had already left. They had&lt;BR /&gt; families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this&lt;BR /&gt; was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and he knew the&lt;BR /&gt; country.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and&lt;BR /&gt; with his lights not working, which came in handy. It was starting to get&lt;BR /&gt; dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the&lt;BR /&gt; road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he&lt;BR /&gt; pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still&lt;BR /&gt; sputtering when he approached her.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help&lt;BR /&gt; for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he&lt;BR /&gt; looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out&lt;BR /&gt; there in the cold.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He&lt;BR /&gt; said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's&lt;BR /&gt; warm? By the way, my name is Bryan,"&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.&lt;BR /&gt; Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning&lt;BR /&gt; his knuckles a time or two.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands&lt;BR /&gt; hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and&lt;BR /&gt; began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only&lt;BR /&gt; just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.&lt;BR /&gt; Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right&lt;BR /&gt; with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have&lt;BR /&gt; happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This&lt;BR /&gt; was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there&lt;BR /&gt; were plenty who had given him a hand in the past.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act&lt;BR /&gt; any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the&lt;BR /&gt; next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the&lt;BR /&gt; assistance that they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me." He waited&lt;BR /&gt; until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing&lt;BR /&gt; day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a&lt;BR /&gt; bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip&lt;BR /&gt; home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The&lt;BR /&gt; whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone&lt;BR /&gt; of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She&lt;BR /&gt; had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day&lt;BR /&gt; couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months&lt;BR /&gt; pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The&lt;BR /&gt; old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a&lt;BR /&gt; stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for&lt;BR /&gt; her hundred-dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone&lt;BR /&gt; by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be,&lt;BR /&gt; then she noticed something written on the napkin under which was four 100&lt;BR /&gt; bills.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said:&lt;BR /&gt; "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me&lt;BR /&gt; out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is&lt;BR /&gt; what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you,"&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve,&lt;BR /&gt; but she never stopped thinking about the lady. That night when she got home&lt;BR /&gt; from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what&lt;BR /&gt; the lady had written.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With&lt;BR /&gt; the baby due next month, it was going to be hard She knew how worried her&lt;BR /&gt; husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss&lt;BR /&gt; and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you,&lt;BR /&gt; Bryan."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; We are never prepared for what we expect.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; THE GRACE OF THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, THE LOVE OF GOD,&lt;BR /&gt; AND THE COMMUNION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT&lt;BR /&gt; BE WITH ALL OF YOU. 2 Corinthians 13:13&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
    <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 15:23:55 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>gloriajean</dc:creator>
    <dc:date>2011-06-23T15:23:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Do Unto Others</title>
      <link>https://community.qvc.com/t5/Community-Chat/Do-Unto-Others/m-p/90086#M45886</link>
      <description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="color: #00ff00; font-family: Comic Sans MS; font-size: medium;"&gt;He was driving home one evening, on a two lane country road. Work in this&lt;BR /&gt; small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat up Pontiac, but&lt;BR /&gt; he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed,&lt;BR /&gt; and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless&lt;BR /&gt; they were leaving town. Most of his friends had already left. They had&lt;BR /&gt; families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this&lt;BR /&gt; was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and he knew the&lt;BR /&gt; country.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and&lt;BR /&gt; with his lights not working, which came in handy. It was starting to get&lt;BR /&gt; dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the&lt;BR /&gt; road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he&lt;BR /&gt; pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still&lt;BR /&gt; sputtering when he approached her.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help&lt;BR /&gt; for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he&lt;BR /&gt; looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out&lt;BR /&gt; there in the cold.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He&lt;BR /&gt; said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's&lt;BR /&gt; warm? By the way, my name is Bryan,"&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.&lt;BR /&gt; Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning&lt;BR /&gt; his knuckles a time or two.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands&lt;BR /&gt; hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and&lt;BR /&gt; began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only&lt;BR /&gt; just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.&lt;BR /&gt; Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right&lt;BR /&gt; with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have&lt;BR /&gt; happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This&lt;BR /&gt; was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there&lt;BR /&gt; were plenty who had given him a hand in the past.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act&lt;BR /&gt; any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the&lt;BR /&gt; next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the&lt;BR /&gt; assistance that they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me." He waited&lt;BR /&gt; until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing&lt;BR /&gt; day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a&lt;BR /&gt; bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip&lt;BR /&gt; home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The&lt;BR /&gt; whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone&lt;BR /&gt; of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She&lt;BR /&gt; had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day&lt;BR /&gt; couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months&lt;BR /&gt; pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The&lt;BR /&gt; old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a&lt;BR /&gt; stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for&lt;BR /&gt; her hundred-dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone&lt;BR /&gt; by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be,&lt;BR /&gt; then she noticed something written on the napkin under which was four 100&lt;BR /&gt; bills.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said:&lt;BR /&gt; "You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me&lt;BR /&gt; out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is&lt;BR /&gt; what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you,"&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve,&lt;BR /&gt; but she never stopped thinking about the lady. That night when she got home&lt;BR /&gt; from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what&lt;BR /&gt; the lady had written.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With&lt;BR /&gt; the baby due next month, it was going to be hard She knew how worried her&lt;BR /&gt; husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss&lt;BR /&gt; and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you,&lt;BR /&gt; Bryan."&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; We are never prepared for what we expect.&lt;BR /&gt; &lt;BR /&gt; THE GRACE OF THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, THE LOVE OF GOD,&lt;BR /&gt; AND THE COMMUNION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT&lt;BR /&gt; BE WITH ALL OF YOU. 2 Corinthians 13:13&lt;BR /&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 15:23:55 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>gloriajean</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2011-06-23T15:23:55Z</dc:date>
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