My body tensed with disbelief. Who was this beggar to say such a thing to me? Anger surged through me as I reached out and knocked his head hard. “Are you sick?” I shouted, my voice rising. “Who do you think you’re intimidating? God will punish you for real!”
People around us stared, but I didn’t care. I grabbed the money from his hand, still furious, and stormed off, wanting to show him that I wasn’t scared of his words. Imagine—how could I, a young, healthy man, be scared of a beggar telling me I would die in three days? I thought it was ridiculous. He was just some sick, crazy person who had no business telling me what to do.
