My name is Martin, and I’m just 23 years old. That day, I was walking with my best friend when a beggar, sitting by the sidewalk, suddenly called us over. I had no intention of stopping—I wasn’t in the mood to give any stranger money—but curiosity got the better of me. I decided to approach him, just to see what he wanted. My friend followed along, laughing at my decision.CRSAID
When we reached him, instead of asking for money, the beggar stretched out his hand and gave me something—money. I was confused and looked at my friend, sarcastically asking, “Have beggars started giving people money now?”
My friend chuckled and replied, “Looks like this beggar is rich!”
The beggar’s eyes locked with mine. His gaze was intense, and his voice was eerily cold as he spoke: “Take that money. Use it to buy your coffin, because you have just three days left.”
