Mark shuffled along the cracked pavement, his worn boots barely making a sound as the busy city buzzed around him. In a city so full of life, Mark was a ghost, unnoticed and unseen.

He tried to make eye contact with the well-dressed strangers hurrying past, but they studiously ignored him. It was a game of sorts—possibly a challenge. He wondered where he would be if life hadn’t kicked him into the gutter. Would he be a department head? Or maybe even CEO?

His thoughts were interrupted by a sharp voice. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You think this is my fault?”

Mark looked up just in time to see a gleaming black Jeep parked too close to an old sedan. The driver, a man in his thirties wearing an expensive suit, was towering over an elderly woman.

“Because it is, sir,” she said, her voice trembling. “It was you who backed into me.”

The man scoffed. “You shouldn’t even be allowed on the road at your age!”

A crowd gathered but no one intervened. Mark felt a tightness in his chest. Before he knew it, he stepped forward. “Hey,” he called out. “That’s enough.”

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The man in the suit turned, sizing Mark up. “Look at yourself! You’re the one who should be begging for something.”

Mark remained steady. “Apologize to this woman.”

The man laughed, then stepped closer, sneering. “I am a top manager. How dare you speak to me like this?”

Mark’s eyes didn’t waver. “I won’t back down.”

The elderly woman interjected, “Please, there’s no need for this.” She reached into her purse. “Let me buy you something.”

“Yeah, why don’t you and granny go drink tea together?” the man said before speeding off.

Mark turned to the elderly woman. “Nothing, ma’am. I couldn’t take anything from you.”

“You’re a good man,” she said softly before walking away. Mark felt her kindness linger as he turned back to the crowd.

The next morning, he sat on a park bench, lost in thought when he saw the man in the suit again, but this time he was on his knees.

“Please forgive me,” the man whispered, panic in his eyes. “I need you to forgive me.”

“What are you talking about?” Mark replied.

“That woman you defended… she’s Mrs. Sanders, my boss’s mother. I’m going to be fired if I don’t make this right.”

A familiar car pulled up, and Mrs. Sanders stepped out. “I see you’ve met David again,” she said.

“Do you think you can forgive him?” she asked Mark.

Mark hesitated. Finally, he nodded. “I forgive you.”

David sighed in relief. Mrs. Sanders smiled. “I’ve been thinking. My company could use someone like you. I can offer you a position—just a cleaning job to start, but a fresh beginning.”

“Thank you,” Mark said, overwhelmed.

Two months later, Mark stood in his new office. His cleaning job had been a lifeline, and he was now training for a new role in logistics. The bitterness he once carried began to dissolve. For the first time in years, Mark felt hopeful.