What You Do Comes Back
Yesterday, I
got one of those wonderful forwarded email we often smile at, but typically don’t
read. I read this one, as it came from someone who means each one he sends. It
was all about a man who helped a woman in need but didn’t ask for anything in
return.
The woman
insisted on paying him, but he told her to do for someone else and think of him
when he did. She did so and it turned out that the person she helped was the
man’s own wife.
I read the
email and smiled at the truth of it all.
Once, many
years ago, long before you could find an ATM on every corner and your
card would work in all of them, I found myself on a turnpike with no cash. I
had gone on a one day trip and had given little thought to money as I had a check
book and credit card I could use if I needed to.
Back then,
my friends would say that I was the only one among them to have any money, but was
also the only one to never carry a dime. It was probably due to the fact that I
knew that I’d be paying for everyone, so I limited my stash. At any rate, I was
driving a new car, so even the change I’d find from time to time was nowhere to
be found.
I stopped at
the turnpike toll booth and told the woman working there that I had no cash,
but would be happy to write a check or mail it back. I was stunned when the
woman informed me that I would have to get off the turnpike and find my way on the back roads.
It was late
at night and I figured she was kidding or at the very least confused so I drove
on down the road, thinking that the next toll booth worker would be more helpful. Less than half a mile later I was stopped by a police
officer who told me that I’d better get off the turnpike at the next exit or I would be
sent to jail.
I looked him
in his eyes and asked if he would want the same thing to happen to his daughter
but he smirked and said that he would have made sure his daughter had money.
I got off
the turnpike and went to a convenient store for directions. I told the clerk
what had happened and he gave me the money I needed to get back on the turnpike.
I thanked him and asked for an address so I could send it back and he said, “No
way, just help someone else.”
I’ve been
doing that ever since.
Years later,
I was back on that turnpike and had forgotten the whole ordeal. It was easy to
forget; the week after that event I was on The Tonight Show and the week after I launched
my own nationally syndicated show, after that I had one book deal after the
next, another show, and 5 beautiful children. I have traveled all over the
world and have family and friends wherever I go.
Twenty years
later, I was back on that same turnpike and had forgotten the that night of unkindness
until I pulled up to the booth to pay the toll and saw that the same sad woman, the one
who had put me off the turnpike twenty years prior was still working there.
I pulled over and wept. I was sad for the
woman and the fact that she was still in the same place.
What goes around does come back
around, and sometimes the negativity you send out keeps you right where you
started.
Be you, be well, be
moving.
Bertice Berry, PhD.
All my life I lived on the wrong side of life….many things I did came back to bite me for sure. Yet there was a part of me I tried to hide. As a young teenager I used to bring guys who I knew were hungry home to eat and then was times I gave my clothes away. I guess a part of it was because my need to be accepted to be a part of. Even in doing the negative for years I always shared my negativity with those who were in the same pot seemingly inflamed by the detriments of life. I sometimes wonder why my life has been spared. I question with tears in my eyes on what I may have done to be rewarded with another day of breathing. Everything comes full and returns. I made a change in my life and what were my virtues which I ran from was my giving nature. What in my heart I sent into the universe returned as I begged for forgiveness from my unsavory actions? The park bench I shared….to the other uncertainty life presents…..I have received the blessings I had given of myself. What kept me wandering for years was a crust built up by my fears to trust in the spirit…..
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