She
tucked it into her bag and kept walking.
The next
day, she crossed paths with a traveler — worn boots, empty hands, and eyes
dulled by hunger. Without a second thought, she sat down, pulled out her food,
and offered him a portion.
As he
reached for the bread, he noticed the gem lying inside her bag. His face lit
up.
“Can I have
that?” he asked, pointing to the stone.
She
looked at him, then at the gem. And without hesitation, she placed it in his
hand.
He
stared, almost in disbelief, then thanked her and left, practically running
down the path with the stone in his pocket. That gem could change everything.
It could buy him comfort, security — maybe even a new life.
But
something didn’t sit right.
Days
passed, and the weight of the stone in his pocket grew heavier. Not because of
its size, but because of what it represented.
So he
turned around.
He found
the woman still walking, still offering kindness in the simplest ways.
He held
out the stone.
“I’ve
been thinking,” he said. “This gem is priceless. But there’s something you have
that’s worth even more. I want that instead.”
She
looked at him, not surprised.
“What do
you think I have that’s more valuable?” she asked.
“Whatever
it was,” he said, “that made it so easy for you to give it away.”
She
smiled — not because she had the answer, but because he’d asked the right
question.
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