Chain of Love

Chain of Love,,,(Modified edition)

I was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as my beat-up Pontiac. But i never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, I’ve 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 my friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But i stayed on. After all, this was where i buried my mother and father. I was born here and knew the country. I could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with my headlights not working, that came in handy.

It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. I'd better get to move. You know, i almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, i could see that she needed help. So i pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. My Pontiac was still sputtering when i approached her. Even with the smile on my face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the past hour or so. Was i going to hurt her?

“I didn't look safe, i looked poor and hungry”... She thought

I could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. I knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. I 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 Rossi."

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. I crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning my knuckles a time or two. Soon i was able to change the tire. But i had to get dirty and my hands hurt. As i was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to me. She told me that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank me enough for coming to her aid. I just smiled as i closed her trunk.

She asked me how much she owed me. Any amount would have been all right with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had i not stopped. I never thought twice about the money. This was not a job to me. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given me a hand in the past. I had lived my whole life that way, and it never occurred to me to act any other way. I told her that if she really wanted to pay me back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and I added "...and think of me."

I waited until she started her car and drove off

It had been a cold and depressing day, but i felt good as i headed 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 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 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 ‘Rossi’.

After the lady finished her meal and the waitress went to get change 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, and 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 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."

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? 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, Rossi.
I love you, Rossi.

Chain of Love

Note.

Please note that this story is an expanded version of the song Chain of Love by Clay Walker.

RossiMobis owns no copy right of it but just expanded and modified Harry's version of it so that this love will not stop with me so pass it on...

Special dedication to Micky Dee.

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daisy storm 6 years ago

I really liked your story Rossi. Very uplifting. Great to hear instead of all the crime and violence out there on the news. Thanks for sharing it with all of us. :)


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Rossimobis 6 years ago from Biafra Author

You don't owe me anything daisy storm,i have been here a short while and someone wrote about me but if you really want to show me appreciation,here is what you do,thank Micky Dee for me and do not let this chain of love end with you.


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whispers of faith 6 years ago

wow amazigly written that was amazing read. your descriptions and views, emotions leaped off the page. beautiful


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Rossimobis 6 years ago from Biafra Author

Actually,Harry had it flowing but i expanded it with tonic...thanks whispers of faith,glad you came by so all you have to do is to pass it on,do not let this chain of love end with you.


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Dim Flaxenwick 6 years ago from Great Britain

Really enjoyed that Rossi., I follow Micky Dee around too. Take care.


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Rossimobis 6 years ago from Biafra Author

O, then we have one special thing in common Dim.Thanks for coming over.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Rossi my man- That's how we have to be. That's what we do- me and you. Let's be shock-absorbers. Let's take some of the roughness out of a hard road. I left some "fiction" about us back on Summer's "Take Off Your Cross" hub and her "Raw Demeaner" hub. I love you Brother!


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Rossimobis 6 years ago from Biafra Author

You are one of those Dad once told me about..he said, you will meet them,know them,treasure and keep them in your heart.Thanks Micky, thanks for everything.


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pmccray 6 years ago from Utah

Rossimobis - your hub is an inspriation for us all to "play it forward" to induce our fellow man to help and love each other.


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Rossimobis 6 years ago from Biafra Author

One love pamccray and thanks for stopping by.

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