Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Paying It Forward Stories

One of the rules of the Pay it Forward game is that you have to write about a pay it forwarding story.

I have thought and thought, and stewed and brewed about it for days on end now. I have come up with nothing. Nothing from my own personal bank of stories, anyhow. Not that I have never done anything nice for anyone, just that I am drawing a blank.

So then I got to thinking of other people's pay it forward stories that I have heard about and the first thing that came to my mind was a story that was told at my work. It is a true story and goes as follows.

Roseville, Calif.
Team Member Brad from the Creekside, California [business omitted for my own privacy]restaurant, came into work one morning after stopping at the Starbucks drive-through. As it turned out, he knew the manager at Starbucks, and the manager bought him his coffee. Brad quickly pulled money out of his pocket and told the manager to pay for the car behind him. The manager took the money and told the next car in line about what Brad had done. That car went ahead and paid for the next car in line, which started something awesome - the following 23 cars continued to “pay it forward!”

Later that day, a couple came into [business name omitted] and asked to be seated in Brad’s section. When they sat down, the couple told Brad that they were the car behind him that he had paid for, which started the 23-car Unbridled Act. They wanted to meet him and thank him. And thank him they did; they left Brad a 100 percent tip on their bill. Just by doing a small Unbridled Act, Brad managed to make the day of so many others...


My favorite fictional story is told by Clay Walker, in the form of a song.

He was driving home one evening,
In his beat up Pontiac
When an old lady flagged him down,
Her Mercedes had a flat
He could see that she was frightened,
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said I'm here to help you ma'am,
By the way my name is Joe

She said I'm from St. Louis,
And I'm only passing through
I must have seen a hundred cars go by,
This is awful nice of you
When he changed the tire,
And closed her trunk
And was about to drive away,
She said how much do I owe you
Here's what he had to say

You don't owe me a thing, I've been there too
Someone once helped me out,
Just the way I'm helping you
If you really want to pay me back,
Here's what you do
Don't let the chain of love end with you

Well a few miles down the road,
The lady saw a small cafe
She went in to grab a bite to eat,
And then be on her way
But she couldn't help but notice,
How the waitress smiled so sweet
And how she must've been eight months along,
And dead on her feet

And though she didn't know her story,
And she probably never will
When the waitress went to get her change,
From a hundred dollar bill
The lady slipped right out the door,
And on a napkin left a note
There were tears in the waitress's eyes,
When she read what she wrote

You don't owe me a thing,
I've been there too
Someone once helped me out,
Just the way I'm helping you
If you really want to pay me back,
Here's what you do
Don't let the chain of love end with you

That night when she got home from work,
The waitress climbed into bed
She was thinkin' about the money,
And what the lady's note had said
As her husband lay there sleeping,
She whispered soft and low
Everything's gonna be alright, I love you, Joe

If that song does not make you at least choke up a little then it is quite obvious that you have no soul.

Anyway, head on over to my other post and be one of the first three people to comment, write a story of your own, link to it, and then you will get something cool in the mail from me. Just do it. I know it requires some thought, but it is fun.

2 comments:

Misguided Mommy said...

i have always loved that story

~Billie~ said...

I love that song!!