In a bustling underpass, a wealthy manโs cruel insult brings a poor boy shining shoes to the brink of despair. But what happens next is a twist of fate that neither of them could have foreseen.

A Day in the Underpass
The underpass was filled with the hurried shuffle of people going about their day. Amidst the chaos, 14-year-old Martin sat quietly against the wall, hoping for customers for his shoe-shining business. With each passing shoe, he whispered a desperate prayer, wishing for just a handful of customers.
Martinโs stomach growled as the day wore on. The meager breakfast he had that morning felt like a distant memory. His water bottle provided only a small respite from the hungry pangs. But Martin remained determined. He thought of his paralyzed mother and young sister, eagerly waiting for his return. With renewed courage, he plastered on his best smile, ready to face whatever challenges the day would bring.

A Chance Encounter
โShoe shine, sir? Maโam?โ Martin called out, his voice barely rising above the noise of the underpass. But hours passed by, and no one stopped for his services. Martinโs hopes began to fade, but he refused to give up. Finally, as the afternoon sun beat down on him, he allowed himself a moment of rest. He took out a small orange from his bag, his lunch for the day.
Just as he began to peel it, a pair of dirty brown leather shoes landed in front of him with a heavy thud. A gruff voice barked, โHurry up, kid. Clean it. Iโm in a rush.โ
Martin looked up, his heart racing with excitement and apprehension. The man standing before him emanated wealth from head to toe. This could be his chance for a good tip. โRight away, sir!โ Martin said, putting aside his orange and reaching for his supplies.
The Insult
As Martin diligently worked on the brown leather shoes, the manโs impatience grew. โWhatโs taking so long? I donโt have all day!โ
Martinโs hands trembled slightly, but he focused on providing his best service. โAlmost done, sir. I promise itโll look great.โ
The man scoffed, โAt your age, I was already making more money than my father. I wasnโt shining shoes like some beggar.โ
Those words pierced Martinโs heart. It had been three years since a drunk driver had taken his fatherโs life, leaving their family broken. With his father gone, Martin had taken up the responsibility of being the sole provider for his paralyzed mother and young sister. He had sacrificed his own childhood and innocence to continue his late fatherโs legacy as a shoe shiner.

The painful memories threatened to overwhelm him, but Martin pushed them aside. He had a job to finish, a family to feed.
โYou call this shining?โ the man sneered, examining his shoe. โMy dog could do a better job with his tongue!โ
Martin blushed with shame. โIโm sorry, sir. I can try againโโ
โForget it,โ the man interrupted, pulling out his phone. โYeah, Sylvester here. Reschedule the meeting to 4. Iโll be late, thanks to this incompetent brat.โ
As the man continued his phone call, Martinโs mind drifted to happier times. He remembered his fatherโs gentle hands guiding him, teaching him the art of shoe shining.
โItโs not just about the shine, son,โ his father would say. โItโs about dignity. Treat every shoe like itโs the most important one youโll ever touch.โ
Rising Above the Insult
โHey! Are you even listening?โ Sylvesterโs sharp voice brought Martin back to reality. โWhatโs your father doing, sending you out here like this? Too lazy to work himself, huh?โ

Martinโs throat tightened. โMy fatherโฆ he passed away, sir.โ
Sylvesterโs eyes narrowed. โOh, I see. So your motherโs probably moved on with someone else, popping out more kids to send begging, right? Donโt you people have anything better to do?โ
Martinโs fists clenched at his sides, but he forced a polite smile. โThatโll be $7, sir.โ
Martinโs encounter with Sylvester left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he knew he had to rise above the insults. Determined to provide for his family, Martin continued his work in the underpass, hopeful for a brighter future. Little did he know that fate had another surprising twist in store for himโฆ





