A cabby was waiting, in his taxi for his first passenger, when he saw an old lady, stranded aloof on the side of the road. He saw that she was tensed and looking for help. So he drove his taxi near her Mercedes and reached out to her.
He smiled while approaching her, yet she was worried, as nobody had stopped for hours. Moreover, he didn't appear safe, as he looked poor, rugged and shabby. He sensed that how frightened she was, so he tried to calm her down by saying, "I'm here to help you, don't worry Madam. My name is Iqbal."
Her car had a flat-tire so he had to crawl under it, because they didn't have any jack. While changing the tire, he got dirty and hurt his hands as well.
When the job was done, she thanked him and inquired further about how much money did she owe him for his help. Iqbal smiled. He said, "If you really want to pay me back, then next time you see someone, who needs help, give that person the needed assistance. And think of me."
At the same evening, the lady stopped by a small cafe, as her stomach was growling from hunger. That place looked dingy, but hunger didn't stop her from entering there.
There she saw a waitress, nearly eight months pregnant, wiping her wet eyes with a towel. The waitress had a sweet friendly smile, although she had spent her whole day working on her feet with her huge belly.
The lady wondered, how someone who has another little one with her, work so hard tirelessly and still be so kind and giving to a stranger. Suddenly it reminded her of Iqbal the taxi Driver.
The lady had finished her meal and paid with a hundred dollar bill.
The waitress went to get the change and when she came back, the lady was gone. While cleaning the table, she saw a note was left by the lady, on the napkin.
It said, "You don't owe me anything. Somebody once helped me, just like now I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, do not let this chain of love end with you. God bless you and the little one."
The waitress found four more one hundred dollar notes under the napkin.
That night the waitress arrived home earlier than usual. She was thinking about the lady and the money she left for her. She was wondering, how the lady could know, how much she and her husband needed it? Especially now, when the baby will soon arrive. She knew, that her husband continuously worried about that, so she was glad to tell him good news. Then she kissed him and whispered, "Now everything will be all right. I love you, Iqbal."
It's not about what you have, or even about what you have accomplished...
It's about who you've lifted up, who you've made better, it's about what you've Given back...
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