When two people say ‘I do,’ they promise to be by each other’s side in sickness and in health, but do they keep that promise when things get hard? Some are determined to remain their partner’s support until the very end, while other’s decide to leave. That is why we should always choose carefully who we want to spend the rest of our life with.
Riona Kelly and her husband were happily married for 14 years, or at least she thought so.
A one point in her life, this mother of two suffered a stoke which left her paralyzed from the waist down. Chances that she could ever walk again were poor, but doctors believed that over time, she could again stand on her feet with the help of exercises and a strong will.
Sadly, her husband wasn’t willing to support her during the process. Instead, he decided to leave her for good.
That broke Riona’s heart. However, as time passed by, she realized that having someone in her life as selfish as her ex-husband wasn’t what she wished for. She now knew that she didn’t need him anymore.
Riona started therapy with Keith, a personal assistant who was about to help her get her old life back.
The two spent much time together, and eventually fell in love with each other. Her determination to get on her feet again and to never give up inspired Keith.
He was there for her through her tough times and helped her overcome them.
Eventually, she recovered and the two are still together. Her kids love Keith and they even refer to him as to their dad.
Not even in her wildest dreams did this woman believe that a tragedy could lead to finding the love of her life.
She inquired, “What’s the price for the eggs?” The elderly seller responded, “0.25 cents per egg
The old egg seller, his eyes weary and hands trembIing, continued to sell his eggs at a loss. Each day, he watched the sun rise over the same cracked pavement, hoping for a miracle. But the world was indifferent. His small shop, once bustling with life, now echoed emptiness.
The townspeople hurried past him, their footsteps muffled by their own worries. They no longer stopped to chat or inquire about the weather. The old man’s heart sank as he counted the remaining eggs in his baskets. Six left. Just six. The same number that the woman had purchased weeks ago.
He remembered her vividly—the woman with the determined eyes and the crisp dollar bill. She had bargained with him, driving a hard bargain for those six eggs. “$1.25 or I will leave,” she had said, her voice firm. He had agreed, even though it was less than his asking price. Desperation had cIouded his judgment.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The old seller kept his promise, selling those six eggs for $1.25 each time. He watched the seasons change—the leaves turning from green to gold, then falling to the ground like forgotten dreams. His fingers traced the grooves on the wooden crate, worn smooth by years of use.
One bitter morning, he woke to find frost cIinging to the windowpane. The chill seeped through the cracks, settling in his bones. He brewed a weak cup of tea, the steam rising like memories. As he sat on the same wooden crate, he realized that he could no longer afford to keep his small shop open.
The townspeople had moved on, their lives intertwined with busier streets and brighter lights. The old man packed up his remaining eggs, their fragile shells cradled in his weathered hands. He whispered a silent farewell to the empty shop, its walls bearing witness to countless stories—the laughter of children, the haggling of customers, and the quiet moments when he had counted his blessings.
Outside, the world was gray—a canvas waiting for a final stroke. He walked the familiar path, the weight of those six eggs heavier than ever. The sun peeked through the clouds, casting long shadows on the pavement. He reached the edge of town, where the road met the horizon.
And there, under the vast expanse of sky, he made his decision. With tears in his eyes, he gently placed the eggs on the ground. One by one, he cracked them open, releasing their golden yoIks. The wind carried their essence away, a bittersweet offering to the universe.
The old egg seller stood there, his heart as fragile as the shells he had broken. He closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. And in that quiet moment, he whispered a prayer—for the woman who had bargained with him, for the townspeople who had forgotten, and for himself.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, he turned away from the empty road. His footsteps faded, leaving behind a trail of memories. And somewhere, in the vastness of the universe, six golden yolks danced—a silent requiem for a forgotten dream.
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