A sack-dragging, old woman

I was walking home last night from the market, and it was drizzling. I saw an old woman by the street, dragging a sack full of something while holding on to her bag and other things.
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"Where you going, 'Nay'?" I asked her. ("Nay" [pronounced "nigh"] is short for "Nanay," ["nun-nigh"] vernacular for "mother." We address old women this way here.)
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"To the market," she replied.
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I am not that strong but I offered help. I went back to the market, dragging the sack full of fresh red peppers.
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We were passing by a busy sidewalk when I noticed a folded 50-peso bill falling from a young guy. He was unaware of it. It was a temptation. I wanted to keep the money. But I saw from whom the money fell. So, I picked it up and handed it to the young man - to his surprise! He thanked me with reverence.
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I continued dragging the sack. And thanks God, the place was not as far as I thought it was. "Nanay" asked me how much she had to pay.
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"No, no," I said, "I just want to help you."
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Then, off, I went.
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I never heard a "thank you!" from her. No problem. It is all for Lord Jesus.
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I am, frankly, in great financial need.
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I was from the market earlier to look for food.
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A store-owner, a friend, gave me one of her food wares about to get spoiled when I asked for it.
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But, as I was walking home, a motorcycle passed by me in such a way that I lost grip of the food I was holding on. It fell to the muddy pavement. I picked it up but the wrap was already torn. I threw it in the garbage bin.
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O my soul, continue doing good despite poverty. Soon, God will manifest Himself in your life if you but never get tired of "well-doing."
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I have had similar experiences but let this be only an example of so many.
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