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

I froze. “Wait… what’s going on?”

She patted the seat next to her.

“Don’t worry. You’ll know everything in a minute. Get in.”

And I don’t know why (maybe I was too tired to argue, maybe I was too stunned), but I got in.

The door closed behind me with an expensive-sounding click.

Like even the car knew it was worth more than my entire life.

There was a driver up front who didn’t even blink. Like this kind of thing happened every day.

I turned to her. “Are you alright?

Did something happen? What… what’s all this? You were…

poor.”

I blinked. “Passed what?”

She folded her hands in her lap. “I’ve been running a little test,” she revealed.

“I’ve been sitting at the station daily for hours, watching people. Seeing who stops. Who pretends not to see me.

And who walks by without looking.”

I said nothing.

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