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I Gave My Last $100 to a Shivering Old Woman in a Wheelchair – The Next Morning, She Was Waiting for Me in a Black Luxury Car
This skinny old woman, maybe 80, slumped in a beat-up wheelchair. No coat worth calling a coat. Just a thin jacket, worn gloves, and a blanket that looked like it had lost its warmth decades ago.
She looked forgotten.
She had the look people get when
no one’s looked at them
for a while.
She saw me looking and said softly, “I just need something to eat, sweetheart. Doesn’t have to be much.”
She didn’t beg or plead. It was quiet… almost like she already knew what answer was coming.
People streamed past her like water around a stone. Nobody stopped. Nobody even slowed down.
One guy in a business suit actually stepped around her wheelchair like she was a piece of trash someone forgot to pick up.
A woman with shopping bags full of wrapped gifts glanced at her, then looked away fast, like poverty might be contagious.
around a stone.
I’d been invisible like that before.
