Gratitude

An old woman in rags sat by the roadside on a chilly winter morning.
As wind cut though her bones making her shiver uncontrollaby she raised her hand in despair.
"Money for some bread, some food" she begged, looking upto people.
Just like waves in an ocean, her hopes raised and died down as people covered in warm and cozy jackets, woolen mufflers and caps approached near and passed by.
She had not eaten since the last afternoon.
Inside, her stomach seemed to jump towards her mouth like a hungry chick does to a bird.

Just then, a car slowed down by the pavement. Hope beamed from her eyes as the driver's window rolled down.

"God! This is trash, I cant eat this" she heard as a half bitten burger popped out of the window onto the road in front of her.
She picked it up, looked at the still warm burger, holding it in between her folded hands.
"God, my God, provider, sustainer" she said thankfully looking towards the sky.

The driver looked at her in amazement and as she started to eat it, the car sped away. ●