I am quivering in the prevailing wind, helplessly scanning the neighbourhood for a shelter to spend the night. It is Thanksgiving Day and there is no one on the street. Even ghosts dart away at the suffocating loneliness. I peek through the slit in the curtains that separate me and blissful families enjoying turkeys.
I have been homeless for a year, but Thanksgiving Day reminds me of the times I spent with my late parents, in stark contrast with my current circumstance.
The howling wind whispers death creeping near, I know that I will not make it if I cannot find a shelter tonight. I thought of knocking on the doors in the neighbourhood to beg for a cup of hot water, or for a ragged blanket to keep myself warm through the night but was taken aback by my strong sense of dignity.
The sun descends behind the skyscrapers and my fingers slowly become numb and purple. I could not stand it any longer, the will to live urged me to seek help. I hesitated on the doorstep but finally reach out and knock on the door.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBGB52v1Xkg
"Look at how you are shivering, dear! Come, have a cup of hot chocolate first." An old lady who came to the door says.452Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFfu1GcEZxG
In the end, the old couple not only offered me a cup of hot drink, a shelter for the night but also hired me to work in their restaurant. From then on, I have things to be thankful for on Thanksgiving day. That sudden knock on the door only lasted for a second or so, but the change it brought is life-changing. Sometimes, all we need is that first step to change our lives.
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