I Love my wife

The Provider Man:
The Provider Man is an ultra smart alpha male who is always in control of his finances and emotions. You will hardly find him in a bad financial state (this doesn’t always mean he would be rich, just never short of cash) or in an emotional state. But these sexy qualities come at a price. You have got to be a slave to his demands. If not he is going to dump you, doesn’t matter if you are pregnant with his child. The Provider male works hard for his money, gives unbeatable competition to others around him and likes to play hard as well. The Provider Man is everywhere, the more visible, smart, tall, and muscular; hit-with-women guys are all these type. As long as you are submissive to him he will never fall short of providing money or other material pleasures to you.

 
Pros: Boy-toy, 5 credit cards, machismo

 
Cons: Demanding, sex hungry, doesn’t value true love.

 
The Thinker Man:
The Thinker Man is the kind of man that most ordinary women don’t like. The Thinker guy lives in a Man’s world, a world that you cannot even possibly imagine. Due to his imagination powers he’s a highly creative guy. He loves doing impossible things, talks about thinks impossible and is easily bored. He gets quite emotional at times, unusually for a man. If he’s a good guy he will love you with all his heart but still forgets your birthday, because there was an important project in the office. He will try to makeup by buying nice things and loving you ‘with words’ but each times fails to read your mind.

 
Pros: They are very romantic. You are the center of there world. They will love and touch the bottom of your heart. If you respond well they do amazing things for you. Things that will show his eternal love. But you have got to respond in words, if you don’t they can’t read your mind.

 
Cons: Finances in a mess, house in a mess, bathroom complete war zone. Forgetful, May say the wrong thing, May not always like to socialize with your circle of friends.

How things work between Men and women

A man will pay £10.00 for a £5.00 item he needs.

A woman will pay £5.00 for a £10.00 item that she does not need.

A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.

A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.

A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

To be happy with a man, you must love him a little and understand him a lot.

To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot, and not try to understand her at all..

Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.

Women somehow deteriorate overnight.

A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn’t.

A man marries a woman expecting she won’t change, but she does.

Married men live longer than single men, but married men are more willing to die.

Any married man should forget his mistakes. There’s no use in two people remembering the same thing.

A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband had sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, “Be my Valentine,” like all the years before.

Each year he’d sent her roses, and the note would always say, “I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.” “My love for you will always grow, with every passing year.” She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, “He’d ordered roses in advance before this day.” Her husband could not have known, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early; way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. And then she sat for hours, in her husband’s favorite chair; While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain, Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

“I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,” The owner said, “I knew you’d call, and you would want to know.” “The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.” “Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.”

“There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, And he has paid, well in advance, you’ll get them every year. There also is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a special little card…he did this years ago.”

“Then, should ever, I find out that he’s no longer here, That’s the card…that should be sent, to you the following year.” She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote… “Hello my love, I know it’s been a year since I’ve been gone, I hope it hasn’t been too hard for you to overcome.”

“I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel. The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.”

“You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need. I know it’s only been a year, but please try not to grieve. I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.”

“When you get these roses, think of all the happiness, That we had together, and how both of us were blessed. I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.

“Please… try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, When your door’s not answered, when the florist stops to knock.”

“He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt, To take the roses to the place, where I’ve instructed him, And place the roses where we are, together once again.”

“Roses for Rose” by James A. Kisner

*CLICK TO PLAY*Nana Mouskouri – Only love 

It’s a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.

It’s so cold today.I’m standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I’m beginning to pity those people. Why don’t they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?

“Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy.” One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. “Still needs to work overtime on Valentine’s Day. It’s so unfair!”

“You are fortunate.” Another nurse says. “Some people don’t have anyone waiting for them.”

“You mean Dr. Shu?”
Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name.
“Do you remember how she lost control on this day last year?”
“Of course I do.” A nurse shudders. “I’ve never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she was crazy.”
They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like they said.
“You can’t blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well.”
“Keep it down. She hasn’t left work yet. She might hear you.”
The two nurses are too late. I heard the entire conversation through the canvas wall.
“Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?”

Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself, another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder than the bow on Valentine’s Day chocolates.

“I’m waiting to go home.” I pretend that I didn’t hear anything.
“Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your work. It’s already past time to go home. See you tomorrow. Happy Valentine’s Day!” She waves goodbye.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” I wave back and watch the 2 nurses hurry away.

That’s fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though no lover is waiting
for me, at least there’s a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.

After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat. I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since last year’s Valentine’s Day. At that time, I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don’t cry, I do. That’s the only difference.

“Better drink all the milk or I’ll skin you.” I threatened the cat. Her name is Christine, my least favorite English name. I don’t know why I named the cat Christine. Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her eyes are complaining about my severity. Her eyes remind me of someone I used to know, standing in front of me with eyes of rebellions.

An year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took the opportunity to complain to him.

“Today is Valentine’s Day. Why didn’t you give me any flowers?”

He raised his eyebrow. “Why should I give you flowers? You are not my anyone.”

“Then… you should at least give me a card!” I pouted my lips, hurt by his tone.

“I know, I know. After lunch, I’ll send you an e-card.”

E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that’s the way he is. “You have to e-mail it to me. I’ll be waiting.” I excitedly smiled and planned to sneak home after lunch to check e-mail. Even though he wouldn’t use any romantic words, I still looked forward to the card.

“I can’t stand you women. Why do you make such a big deal out of Valentine’s Day??” He grumbled while eating his food. His comment induced me to fight with him again.

“You are not romantic at all!! Don’t you watch any Japanese drama?”

“Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel.”

“Your life is so boring.” I made a face at him. “One recent drama was really good. You should have watched it.”

“What’s that drama called?” He didn’t believe in the love portrayed in TV and movies. He always thought they were lies.

“It’s called ‘Story of A Century’.” I gladly answered.

“What kind of trashy plot did it have?”

“What do you mean trash?? Show some respect!” I was so angry. “That drama was very touching, and the theme song was beautiful as well. It’s called ‘Only Love’, performed by Nana Mouskouri.” I wonder if he knew who Nana was.

“Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with really expensive albums.”

“Her voice is worth it.” Even though I secretly agreed with him, I couldn’t bring myself to admit it.

“Whatever.” He glanced at his watch. “I’ll give you 5 minutes to tell me the plot. After that, I’m leaving.”

I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just 5 minutes. The drama portrayed the love stories of 3 generations of women spanning 100 years, from 1901 to 2000. Each generation was portrayed by the same actress. The story was tear-jerking.

“What’s so touching about it?” He asked, after listening to the story.

“Don’t you think each generation’s story is wonderful? If I have such great screen writing ability, I wouldn’t be a doctor anymore. I would become a screenwriter.”

“If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would watch the show. The TV station can go out of business.” He quickly interjected.

“I’m going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!” I was so mad that I went home immediately, not even finishing my coffee.

As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer and go online.

Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about how we met. Maybe no one will believe me, but my boyfriend and I were actually neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with each other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the country that year. Used to the city life, I couldn’t get used to the simple life in the country. After school, I would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that happened, he would always come over to tease me.

“Why are you staring off into space??” He loved to pull on my hair. “You’re so ugly when you’re doing nothing. But you’re also not pretty when you smile.” In other words, I’m really ugly.

“You’re the one who’s ugly!” I pull back my hair. “If you think I’m so ugly, why do you visit me??”

“Can’t help it. My home is right next to your home.” He argued.

“Then I’ll move!” The next day, I drew a line in the ground using some white chalk. A line that I forbid him to cross.

That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn’t stand each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into the same high school and into the same class.

“You’re that infamous couple.” All the students and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us.

“We’re not!” I always tried to explain. “We’re only neighbors.” At that time, I hated my parents for making us live next to him.
“My standard is not that low.” He would say. “Who wants her to be a girlfriend?? It’s not like I don’t have eyes.”

“Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head.” I really disliked him. “Better than having eyes on the bottom of my head like you.” He implied that I couldn’t judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior.

I didn’t think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After a while, I found out that the senior student had lots of girlfriends. When I cried about it, he silently passed me a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms.

“I told you he wasn’t any good.” He roughly comforted me. I cried in his arms the whole night, and began to see him in a different way. Things began to change between us. We still fought all the time, but he started to look at me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when he was near. We both knew: we fell in love with each other.

Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything. Even though we would
not be able to resist and kissed each other constantly. Even though we cared about each other’s every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love.

Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation. I chose to study medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we still couldn’t separate from each other. Our parents worried that we didn’t know anyone in Taipei, so they forced us to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into the bedroom. Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn’t say we loved each other. We didn’t even spend Valentine’s Day together until he saw me share dinner with a man one Valentine’s Day. That night, he waited for me in front of my door and said that he would take me out to dinner on Valentine’s Day from then on. I have to say that he was very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his request. Since then, we spent every Valentine’s Day together. After graduation, I became an intern. He started a small computer company with some friends and became a programmer. We were busy with our own lives and had no time for a relationship. Three years later, I became a doctor, and his business began to boom. We separately moved to bigger
apartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface, we left each other. In reality, we were still together. We spent every Valentine’s Day together but each year became more dreary than the next because he never told me he loved me even with all my hints.

Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He wouldn’t say it and wouldn’t send me a card. What did he mean? Who did he think I was? I called his cell phone.

“Hello.” He picked up the phone.

“I didn’t receive the card.” I immediately showed my displeasure.

“You didn’t receive it?” He seemed really busy. “But I sent it.”

He was really busy but I didn’t care. “I didn’t receive it. Send it again.”

“Okay, I’ll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??” He said with impatience. His tone further infuriated me. Is that how lovers speak to each other?

“Don’t bother sending it to me. And you don’t have to pick me up tonight.

I’ll eat dinner by myself.”

“Don’t be childish, ok? I’m really busy.”

“I AM childish!” I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks.

Childish?? Why didn’t he consider the situation? We’ve gone out for so many years and spent countless Valentine’s Day together. I never received any flowers nor cards from him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too much to ask for??

I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell phone. I didn’t want to hear his explanations. After I returned to the hospital, I instructed the receptionist not to forward me any phone calls. I wanted to concentrate on work.

Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating 1 hour later and forgot about our argument.

“Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient.”

As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an ambulance sounded outside the ER. When I stepped out the door, the emergency medics hurriedly wheeled in a gurney.

“What happened to him?” I asked the 1st medic. Everyone else were trying to help put the patient on the gurney. He was covered with blood.

“Car accident.” The medic replied. “Very serious. He may die.”

I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped

“Prepare for shock.” I calmly instructed the nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can’t lose our calm.

But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost my calm. That person was my boyfriend!

“No…” I stood in shock. “NO!!!” I grabbed the paddles and continuously shocked his body. His body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared nurses went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy.

I didn’t know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save my lover. Even though we fought all the time. Even though he never showed me his love. I still wanted to save him. He still owed me a card. He couldn’t die! I threw away the paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with all my strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn’t wake up. He didn’t even say “It hurts”. He just laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with his silence.

Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn’t see clearly anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no sounds could come out of my mouth.

“It’s too late, Dr. Shu. He’s already dead. I’m sorry.” Dr. Jian patted me on the shoulder. They knew each other and ate together once. I introduced them.

“He can’t die.” I shook my head. “He can’t die!!” I struggled to run to him.

“Dr. Shu, control yourself!” Dr. Jian slapped me. “I understand what you’re going through, but you’re a doctor.”

Yes, I’m a doctor, but I’m also a regular person. How can Dr. Jian understand how I feel? I’ve loved him for so many years that it’s become a habit. How can I just throw away a habit? Besides, he still owed me a card. “I want him to live! I want him to live!” I ran to him again and tried to knock the life back into his body.

“Take her away!” That day, I lost my control and my professionalism.

And that day happened to be Valentine’s Day.

Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left work early that day.

They told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried to call me several times but couldn’t reach me. Worried, he drove to the hospital to find me and got hit by a large truck on the way.

When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed him. Just because of an unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost my privilege to be childish.

Like an abandoned cat, I couldn’t even cry anymore. After his death, I couldn’t cry anymore, regardless of how touching the plot or how tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn’t affect me anymore.

Now, I’m only left with a cat and a seldomly used computer. Stepping over the cat, I turned on the computer. Even though I know no one will send me a mail, I still hoped that someone will remember me on this day.

Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to see what’s wrong. She finished her milk. I went into the kitchen to get her more milk then came back to look at the computer screen.

I have…. 100 emails! Who would be bored enough to send me 100 junk mail?

I was just about to delete them all when I received another mail, and this one said: “Because of system error, we could not send these until today.

We apologize for the delay.” The sender was my ISP.

I looked at the 1st mail. It showed the send date is last year’s Valentine’s Day. My heart began to beat fast. Could he have sent these?

With a trembling hand, I opened the mail. The first thing that popped up was a gorgeous red rose set against green leaves. Then a beautiful melody began to play…. “Only Love”.  

*CLICK TO PLAY*Nana Mouskouri – Only love 

I couldn’t believe it. The rose was so beautiful and the music was so dreamy. I almost thought I was in a fantasy. Most touching of all were the words underneath the rose, because the words read like a beautiful poem.

“Hwei.”

That’s my name.

“Knowing you so many years, I’ve never sent you any flowers. Today I send you a rose.”

I received it and it’s so beautiful.

“You know we are always fighting. We can never really open our hearts and tell each other how we feel.”

Yes, but it’s all your fault for being so distant.

“I know I always make you mad by the things I say.”

Good that you’re admitting it.

“But today I want to say to you: I’m sorry, and I love you.”

I waited so many years for those words.

“And I want to tell you a good news. I finally saved enough money.”

You already have enough money. Why did you need so much?

“So Hwei, let’s get married!! I was afraid to propose to you, because I didn’t trust in my ability to give you the good life you deserve. But now I’ve saved enough money so we don’t have to wait anymore.”

Who wanted you to wait? I’m already yours.
“Today, I use this card to propose to you. Will you marry me, Hwei? Will you?”

That’s the content of the whole card. Like a fool, I kept reading his words and talking to him. It’s like I can hear his voice and see him again.

As if it’s back to 1 year ago with us constantly fighting.

The song played over and over. Repeating Nana’s heartbreaking voice.

Only love can make a memory. Only love can make a moment last. You were there and all the world was young and all it’s songs unsung. and I remember you then when love was all, all you were living for,
and how you gave that love to me….”

The lyrics of this song fits our love so closely. When he was alive, my world was so young. Every day, I could find a something different to fight with him about. But after he left, my life is only left with memories and coldness that will never go away.

“Will you marry me?”

When I read these words, my tears unconsciously came, wetting the keyboard.

Will I? If he’s in front of me, I will definitely kick him and call him a big fool. If I wasn’t willing, I wouldn’t have waited until today.

So I moved the cursor over the “Reply” box, and typed the response that I’ve already prepared for so many years – “I will.”

I will – be by his side for the rest of my life. I will – fight with him forever. That is how I answered him, but the only response I got was the repeating song “Only Love.”

Nevertheless, I opened every single letter, accepted every singled rose, and typed the same response: “I will.”

I replied 100 times, and “Only Love” played 100 times. In this cold Valentine’s night, the line that’s been broken for 1 year finally got reconnected.

I answered you. What about you?

*CLICK TO PLAY* Skeeter Davis – Tell Tommy, I Miss Him

Tommy my sweetheart is gone now
He’s up in heaven somewhere
So little star high above
If you see Tommy tell him of my love. I miss him…

Tell Tommy I love him
Tell Tommy I miss him
Tell him though I may try
My love for him will never die.

He drove his car in that stockcar race
To win money so we could wed
He wanted so much to make me his wife
Now our love lives on though he lost his life.

I’m so lonely without him near
Oh, how I miss his warm embrace
I’ll love no other I want him to know
Oh, little star please tell him so.

Tell Tommy I love him
Tell Tommy I miss him
Tell him though I may try
My love for him will never die.

Although he wanted to give me the world
Why did he do such a reckless thing
Little star he should have realized
I was richer than a queen when he looked into my eyes.

Tell Tommy I love him
Tell Tommy I miss him
Tell him though I may try
My love for him will never die.

Tell Tommy I miss him.
Tell Tommy

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*CLICK TO PLAY* Everly Brothers – Tell Laura I Love Her

Laura and Tommy were lovers
He wanted to give her everything
Flowers, presents,
But most of all, a wedding ring

He saw a sign for a stock car race
A thousand dollar prize it read
He couldn’t get Laura on the phone
So to her mother, Tommy said

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura I may be late
I’ve something to do, that cannot wait

He drove his car to the racing grounds
He was the youngest driver there
The crowed roared as they started the race
Around the track they drove at a deadly pace

No one knows what happened that day
Or how his car overturned in flames
But as they pulled him from the twisted wreck
With his dying breath, they heard him say

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Now in the chapel where Laura prays
For her poor Tommy, who passed away
It was just for Laura he lived and died
Alone in the chapel she can hear him cry

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

Tell Laura I love her
Tell Laura I need her
Tell Laura not to cry
My love for her will never die

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The man came home from work late again, tired and irritated, to find his 5 year old son waiting for him at the door.

Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” replied the man.

“Daddy, how much money do you make an hour?”

“That’s none of your business! What makes you ask such a thing?” the man said angrily.

“I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?” pleaded the little boy.

“If you must know, I make £10.00 an hour.”

“Oh,” the little boy replied, head bowed and sad.

Looking up, he said, “Daddy, may I borrow £5.00 please?”

The father was furious. “If the only reason you wanted to know how much money I make is just so you can borrow some to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you’re being so selfish. I work long, hard hours everyday and don’t have time for such childish games.” The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even madder about the little boy’s questioning. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money.

After an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think he may have been a little hard on his son. Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that £5.00, and he really didn’t ask for money very often.

The man went to the Door of the little boy’s room and opened the door. “Are you asleep son?” he asked.

“No daddy, I’m awake,” replied the boy.

“I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier,” said the man. “It’s been a long day and I took my aggravation out on you. Here’s that £5.00 you asked for.”

The little boy sat straight up, beaming. “Oh, thank you daddy!” he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow, he pulled out some money that he had there. The man, since the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, then looked up at the man.

“Why did you want more money if you already had some?” the father grumbled.

“Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,” the little boy replied.

“Daddy, I have £10.00 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?”

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He was driving home one evening, on a two-lane country road. Work, in this small mid-western community, was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the Levis factory closed, he’d 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 his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and knew the country. He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and with his headlights not working, that came in handy. It was starting to get dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He’d better get a move on. You know, he almost didn’t see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her. Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe, he looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill that only fear can put in you. He said, “I’m here to help you m’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm. By the way, my name is Joe.” Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough Joe crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down her window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid. Joe just smiled as he closed her trunk.

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

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for 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 Joe. After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get her change from a 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, 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 a thing, I’ve been there too. Someone once helped me out, 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, 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 she have known how much she and her husband needed it? 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 gonna be alright, I love you Joe.”

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one day I was walking down the street when a gorgeous man approached me and asked me for my number. So I said yeah and gave it to him. he called me that night and we talked for hours. he told me how beautiful I was and he wanted to get to know me. so he took me out two days later and we had a wonderful night. I never felt that way about anyone before. I felt that feeling. that feeling you get when you have butterflies in your stomach and its like they almost hurt. so we went out on a couple more dates before we decided to make it official. about a year and a half later I got pregnant and before I even told him he proposed. I was going to tell him that night. it was so weird. from that night on I knew it was definitely meant to be. After I had the baby and lost all that weight we got married. we had a huge wedding and went on a wonderful honey moon in Paris. somewhere I always wanted to go. one night, on our daughters first birthday, he went out on a cold stormy night to buy our baby girl a cake. he was gone for an hour before I started to worry. I called his phone at least a hundred times in a row. he never came home that night. my daughters first b day was all messed up cause she wanted her daddy and I got no sleep. I started to assume he was cheating. I cried the whole night long. the police arrived at my house at exactly 6:36 in the morning and told me my husband got in a car crash and died. I had so much running through my head. I was in denial but how was I going to tell my baby her daddy died? and how was I going to deal with it? I felt as if my life was over. I thought about committing suicide but I didn’t want my daughter to grow up with no mother or father. now its three years later and nobody else has came into my life. I don’t want anyone else. all I want is for him to walk through that door with my daughters cake and tell me he loves me once more. and for us to celebrate sabrinas bday all night long. and for us to open presents and take pictures like he had planned. but I know its impossible for my wish to come true. but I love you Mike and I always will. me and Sabrina miss you deeply.