It was a rainy night in
Dallas;
At a bus station in the
town,
I watched a young girl
weeping
As her baggage was
taken down.
It seems she'd lost her
ticket
Changing buses in the
night.
She begged them not to
leave her there
With no sign of help in
sight.
The bus driver had a
face of stone
And his heart was
surely the same.
"Losing your ticket's
like losing cash money,"
He said, and left her
in the rain.
Then an old Texas
Cowboy stood up
And blocked the
driver's way
And would not let him
pass before
He said what he had to
say.
"How can you leave that
girl out there?
Have you no God to
fear?
You know she had a
ticket.
You can't just leave
her here.
You can't put her out
in a city
Where she doesn't have
a friend.
You will meet your
schedule,
But she might meet her
end."
The driver showed no
sign
That he'd heard or even
cared
About the young girl's
problem
Or how her travels
fared.
So the old gentleman
said,
"For her fare I'll pay.
I'll give her a little
money
To help her on her
way."
He went and bought the
ticket
And helped her to her
place
And helped her put her
baggage
In the overhead luggage
space.
"How can I repay," she
said,
"The kindness you've
shown tonight?
We're strangers who
won't meet again
A mere 'thank you'
doesn't seem right."
He said, "What goes around
comes around.
This I've learned with
time - -
What you give, you
always get back;
What you sow, you reap
in kind.
Always be helpful to
others
And give what you can
spare;
For by being kind to
strangers,
We help angels
unaware."
