Karma is real
This happened to me a few years ago in a NYC train station. I was walking through the entrance and a homeless man approached me. I got a little nervous bc I often get approached by homeless people and I was told that they may use the money for drugs or alcohol and sometimes they really are trying to swindle you. But to my surprise he simply asked me if I could buy him a soda. Of course I told him yes and lead him to the McDonalds across the way.
When we got there I realized he might be hungry too so I asked him what he would like to eat. He smiled and I noticed he had no teeth, and he told me he couldn't chew so he asked for a sundae instead. I bought it for him with his soda and the whole thing came to about Qdollars and change with the stupid inflated prices. Whatever, I didn't mind.
The grin on his face afterwards was enough of a reward for paying for his little meal.
As I went on my way and approached the machine to buy my ticket, I noticed the guy before me must have been in a rush and as he was running away, his change was spilling out.
By the time I made it up to the machine the man was out of sight. As I started counting the money, I immediately felt a violent chill run down my body as I realized that it was the exact amount of money I had spent on the homeless man's food. Down to the penny.
cried because I'm a crazy spiritual and highly sensitive person and had the thought that it was God thanking me for taking care of his child in that
moment. It really felt like a small miracle to me
Karma is real This happened to me a few years ago in a NYC train station. I was walking through the entrance and a homeless man approached me. I got a little nervous bc I often get approached by homeless people and I was told that they may use the money for drugs or alcohol and sometimes they really are trying to swindle you. But to my surprise he simply asked me if I could buy him a soda. Of course I told him yes and lead him to the McDonalds across the way. When we got there I realized he might be hungry too so I asked him what he would like to eat. He smiled and I noticed he had no teeth, and he told me he couldn't chew so he asked for a sundae instead. I bought it for him with his soda and the whole thing came to about Qdollars and change with the stupid inflated prices. Whatever, I didn't mind. The grin on his face afterwards was enough of a reward for paying for his little meal. As I went on my way and approached the machine to buy my ticket, I noticed the guy before me must have been in a rush and as he was running away, his change was spilling out. By the time I made it up to the machine the man was out of sight. As I started counting the money, I immediately felt a violent chill run down my body as I realized that it was the exact amount of money I had spent on the homeless man's food. Down to the penny. cried because I'm a crazy spiritual and highly sensitive person and had the thought that it was God thanking me for taking care of his child in that moment. It really felt like a small miracle to me