The Homeless Man in The Rain

 

A homeless man in the rain, covering under a small bridge

He shivers in the cold night rain, shed only with an old piece of cardboard. He hoped for the rain to show its kindness tonight, and let some heat to warm his body. Yet he only can shiver, and cover himself for warmth.

There are houses nearby, facing towards the bridge. All of them look bright inside. “Maybe there’s firewood warming the dwellers” he told himself.

“Maybe some will help and invite me in, sharing their warmth” he thought.

But none of them did that night. None did to help..

He looked at one of the windows. He saw a family with full stomach after having dinner. There was still a plentiful food on the table, and none of them are finished.

“Maybe they will give me some of the leftover food. Even a pinch would do” he thought.

 

But none of them did that night. None did to help..

Up in the distance, he saw someone standing in front of her house. A woman in her 30’s wearing expensive dress and gold wrapped around her wrist and neck. She was entering a huge car with a driver. “Must’ve been a wealthy person she is” he said to himself.

“Maybe she will give me some spare change. It seems that she has a lot to buy herself needless things. I just need a little, that’s all. Enough to buy me some bread” he thought.

But she didn’t that night..None of them did to help..

Disappointed, the homeless man was left there, helpless.

The homeless man later died there below the small bridge. Cold. Hungry. Alone..

Later that morning, everyone in their neighbourhood found of the homeless man’s body.

Looking at how thin and cold he was, they all felt pity of him. Thinking , “Why didn’t anyone help him when he was in need?”

But little do they know, that they can change that mans fate, if only they stop for a while from all those mesmerizing luxuries. Look outside their windows, and give a helping hand.

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