A young woman saw an old beggar sitting by the roadside, shivering in the cold. She stopped and said, "Wait here, sir. I'll bring you some food."
The old man smiled, his eyes lighting up with hope. "Thank you, miss. I will wait."
The young woman hurried home, but as she stepped inside, her phone rang. A friend invited her to a party. She thought, I'll take the food after the party—just a little delay.
Hours passed. By the time she remembered, the night was deep, and she thought, He will be fine until morning.
At dawn, she returned to the spot, carrying a warm meal. But the old man lay still, his breath stolen by the cold night. In his trembling hand was a note:
"Hunger was my companion for years, but your promise gave me hope. Hope made me weak, and the wait made me cold. Never give a promise you cannot keep—it may be a small thing for you, but for me, it was life itself."
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