30/12/2024
HOMELESS MAN ASKED ME TO BUY HIM COFFEE – HOURS LATER, HE SAT NEXT TO ME IN FIRST-CLASS I was flying home to meet my fiancée's parents for the first time. Before my flight, I stopped at a café, preferring its lively hum to the airport's sterile waiting area. As I sipped my coffee, a disheveled man walked in, hesitantly asking patrons for a drink. His worn clothes and tired eyes told a story of hardship. When he approached me, I asked what he wanted. "Jamaican Blue Mountain," he said sheepishly. It was the priciest option on the menu. When I asked why, he explained it was his birthday, and he'd always wanted to try it. Something about his honesty struck me. I bought him the coffee and a slice of cake and sat with him as he shared a heartbreaking story of loss, betrayal, and bad luck. Before I left, I gave him $100, wished him well, and hurried to the airport. Hours later, as I settled into my first-class seat, my heart nearly stopped. The same man sat down next to me. But this time, he wasn't the same. Gone were the tattered clothes and weary face. He wore a tailored suit, and a polished watch glinted on his wrist. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" I stammered⬇️