Grateful

On a street that was off the beaten path I walked past an old woman sitting on a bench. Her eyes were closed, and her face was raised to the sun. A shopping cart held her worldly possessions. Unlike her younger, insistent counterparts on Market Street, she didn’t ask for money, nor did she even have a beggar’s bowl.

Thirty paces later, I turned with a sigh, and pulled out a ten spot. Her eyes widened. “God bless you,” she smiled. Yes, He has. © 2007 Stephen Yuen

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