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Old man was asking for charity because he had nothing to eat. A stranger approached him and shocked

A sick old man was asking for charity at the supermarket because he had nothing to eat. A stranger approached him and put him in his car. what happened next shocked everyone. #storiesfromthebox #cautionarytale #liveyourbestlife #sadstory #familystory #kindstory #sadlovestory #audiostory #amazingstory #lifestory Peter drove up to the supermarket, his gaze falling on a thin old man sitting on a crate at the store's entrance. The man occasionally reached out to passing customers, pocketing the change he received. "Strange, he looks like Mr.Maguire. But Mr.Maguire was a sturdy, healthy man, and this one is quite old and thin," Peter thought as he entered the store. He walked down the aisle, habitually filling his cart with groceries, as he used to when Lisa and the children lived with him. He even added a couple of marshmallow packs for Kate and Tom—just in case. Peter himself disliked marshmallows, but as his hand reached for the shelf, his heart ached painfully. A few years ago, Lisa had taken away the children to Spain. He had signed a permission slip, agreeing despite everything inside him screaming in objection. Turning to the meat shelves, Peter selected a few steaks and a decent piece of sirloin for chops. As he left the store with his packages, he noticed a red-faced fat man angrily pushing the old beggar. "Stop sitting here, you beggar! Making it hard for decent people to get through!" "Can't you be polite?" Peter protested. "What? Are you talking to me? I won't be told what to do by a wretch like you." Peter couldn't contain himself. He shifted the bags to one hand and grabbed the fat man's jacket with the other. "I see who the real wretch is! Let me explain it better. Apologize to the elderly man — now! I can be more persuasive!" Frightened, the fat man mumbled about his hard day, apologized, and scurried into the store. The elderly man turned pale. "Why did you do that? You can get into trouble because of me." Peter waved him off. "What trouble? I just put a jerk in his place. Now he won't bother you again. Here, take this!" He took out all his cash from the pocket and pressed them into the old man's hand. The man became agitated, his hand trembling. "What are you doing? It's too much!" "It's nothing. It'll last you longer!" Peter insisted, then headed to his car. He shoved the heavy bags into the trunk, sat behind the wheel, and turned on the windshield wipers. It was drizzling, the damp, overcast weather doing nothing for his mood. And then there were such upstarts who thought they were elite—damn them. Peter had encountered many, and they always threw him unbalanced for a while. He was about to leave the parking lot when he spotted the old beggar in his rearview mirror, walking with difficulty. Peter pulled up beside him and opened the passenger door. "Get in, Grandpa. How far do you need to go? I'll give you a ride. It's raining; you'll be soaked before you get there." "Oh, thanks, but I'll manage... I might spoil your seat with my wet jacket, son."