Rich Man Humiliates Boy Shining Shoes in Underpass

“My dog could do a better job with his tongue!” A wealthy man insults a poor boy shining shoes in an underpass and refuses to pay. But fate brings them face-to-face again the very next day, with a surprising twist neither could have expected.

The underground passage echoed with the shuffle of hurried footsteps. Amidst the hustle, 14-year-old Martin sat quietly by the wall, his shoe-shining kit spread before him. His eyes darted hopefully at each passing shoe, praying for a customer…

A teenage boy sitting in an underpass | Source: Midjourney

A teenage boy sitting in an underpass | Source: Midjourney

“Just a handful,” he whispered to himself. “Just a handful today, please.”

As the day wore on, Martin’s stomach growled in protest. The meager breakfast of two bread slices felt like a distant memory. He reached for his water bottle, taking a small sip to quell the hunger pangs.

“You can do this, Martin,” he told himself. “For Mom and Josephine.”

The thought of his paralyzed mother and little sister waiting at home bolstered his courage. He plastered on his best smile, ready to tackle whatever the day would bring.

A sad boy in an underpass | Source: Midjourney

A sad boy in an underpass | Source: Midjourney

“Shoe shine, sir? Ma’am?” he called out, his voice barely audible above the din of the underpass.

Hours ticked by, but no one stopped. Martin’s hopes began to dwindle, but he refused to give up. As the afternoon sun beat down, he finally allowed himself a moment of respite. Digging into his worn leather bag, he pulled out a small orange, his lunch for the day.

Just as he began to peel it, a pair of dirty brown leather shoes landed in front of him with a heavy thud.

“Hurry up, kid. Clean it. I’m in a rush,” a gruff voice barked.

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A brown leather shoe | Source: Pexels

Martin looked up, his heart racing with excitement and trepidation. The man towering above him exuded wealth from head to toe. This could be his chance for a good tip.

“Right away, sir!” Martin said, setting aside his orange and reaching for his supplies.

As he worked on the brown leather shoes, the man’s impatience grew. “What’s taking so long? I don’t have all day!”

A person brushing a brown shoe | Source: Pexels

A person brushing a brown shoe | Source: Pexels

Martin’s hands trembled slightly, but he focused on giving his best service. “Almost done, sir. I promise it’ll look great.”

The man scoffed. “At your age, I was already making more than my father. I wasn’t shining shoes like some beggar.”

Those words stung poor Martin. It had been three years since a drunk driver had taken his father’s life, leaving their family shattered. The memory of that fateful night still haunted Martin—the screeching tires, the sickening crunch of metal, and the devastating news that followed.

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A grave in a cemetery | Source: Pexels

Just months after losing his father, Martin’s world crumbled further when his mother Mariam suffered a stroke, leaving her paralyzed. At just eleven years old, he had shouldered the burden of a provider, sacrificing his childhood to follow in his late father’s footsteps as a shoe shiner.

The memories threatened to overwhelm him, but he pushed them aside. He had a job to finish. He had a family to feed.

“You call this shining?” the man sneered, examining his shoe. “My dog could do a better job with his tongue!”

A wealthy senior man | Source: Freepik

A wealthy senior man | Source: Freepik

Martin’s cheeks burned with shame. “I’m sorry, sir. I can try again—”

“Forget it,” the man cut him off, pulling out his phone. “Yeah, Sylvester here. Reschedule the meeting to 4. I’ll be late, thanks to this incompetent brat.”

As Sylvester ranted into his phone, Martin’s mind drifted to happier times. He remembered his father’s gentle hands guiding him, teaching him the art of shoe shining.

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A distressed teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“It’s not just about the shine, son,” he’d say. “It’s about dignity. Treat every shoe like it’s the most important one you’ll ever touch.”

“Hey! Are you even listening?” Sylvester’s sharp voice yanked Martin back to reality. “What’s your father doing, sending you out here like this? Too lazy to work himself, huh?”

Martin’s throat tightened. “My father… he passed away, sir.”

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Close-up of a sad teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

Sylvester’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I see. So your mother’s probably moved on with someone else, popping out more kids to send begging, right? Don’t you people have anything better to do?”

Martin’s fists clenched at his sides, but he forced a polite smile. “That’s $7, sir.”

“SEVEN DOLLARS?” Sylvester exploded. “For this pathetic excuse of a shine? I don’t think so, kid.”

Before Martin could react, Sylvester grabbed his shoes and stormed off, leaving Martin empty-handed and heartbroken.

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A frustrated senior man | Source: Freepik

“Wait!” he called out, chasing after the man. “Please, sir! I need that money. Please!”

But Sylvester was already in his car, speeding away, leaving poor Martin stranded in a cloud of dust and disappointment.

He slumped against the wall, tears streaming down his face. He looked up at the sky, imagining his father’s face.

“I’m trying, Dad,” he whispered. “I’m really trying.”

His father’s last words echoed in his mind: “Remember, son. Never give up. Each bump is a step closer to your dreams. Remember.”

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A sad boy looking up | Source: Midjourney

Wiping his tears, Martin returned to his spot. There was no time for self-pity. No time for tears.

The next morning, Martin was back at his usual spot, setting up his kit with determination. Suddenly, a commotion nearby caught his attention.

“Help! Someone help!” a woman’s frantic voice pierced the air.

Martin rushed towards the sound, his heart pounding.

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A startled senior woman covering her mouth | Source: Freepik

A small crowd had gathered around a fancy car, and to his shock, he recognized the man inside. SYLVESTER. The same entitled man who had insulted him.

“He’s choking on an apple!” someone yelled. “The car doors are locked!”

Without hesitation, Martin grabbed a rock from the roadside and smashed the car window. Glass shattered everywhere as he reached in to unlock the door.

“Stand back!” he shouted, pulling Sylvester out onto the pavement.

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A car with a broken window | Source: Pixabay

With all his might, Martin delivered several sharp blows to Sylvester’s back. Suddenly, a chunk of apple flew from Sylvester’s mouth, and he gasped for air.

“You… you saved me,” Sylvester wheezed, looking up at Martin with wide, shocked eyes.

Martin helped him to his feet, his own hands shaking. “Are you okay, sir?”

Sylvester nodded, still catching his breath. “I can’t believe it. After how I treated you yesterday… Why did you help me?”

Martin shrugged. “It was the right thing to do.”

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A thoughtful senior man holding his glasses | Source: Pexels

Sylvester’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry, kid. I was horrible to you. Please, let me make it up to you. Name your price. Anything!”

Martin thought for a moment, then looked up. “Just the $7 from yesterday. That’s all I want.”

Sylvester stared at him in disbelief. “But… I could give you so much more. A new start, maybe?”

Martin shook his head. “I don’t need a new start, sir. I just need to take care of my family.”

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Side view of a teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

Reluctantly, Sylvester handed over the money. As the crowd dispersed, he lingered, studying Martin’s face. “You’re quite something, kid. What’s your name?”

“Martin, sir.”

Sylvester nodded slowly. “Martin. I won’t forget this… or you.”

As Sylvester walked away to his car, Martin clutched the hard-earned money in his fist. He looked up at the sky again, a small smile beaming on his face.

“I remember, Dad,” he whispered. “I always do.”

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A smiling teenage boy looking up | Source: Midjourney

The next morning, Martin was jolted awake by his sister’s excited screams.

“Marty! Marty! Come quick!”

He rushed outside, his mother calling after them in confusion. There, on their doorstep, sat a white bag bulging with cash and a note.

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A bag full of cash | Source: Pexels

With trembling hands, Martin read aloud:

“Thanks is a small word for what you did. I know you’d refuse this. But you deserve a happy childhood. Took me just an hour to find your address. The world’s a small place, isn’t it?! Hope we meet again someday, and I hope you’re just the pure heart of gold you are!

— Sylvester.”

Tears of joy and shock filled Martin’s eyes. His sister jumped up and down, and their mother called out from inside, clearly shocked at seeing so much money.

“Martin? What’s going on?” she approached in her wheelchair.

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A woman in a wheelchair | Source: Pexels

Martin’s mind raced. This money could change everything: his mother’s treatment, Josephine’s education, and their entire future. But was it right to accept it?

He walked to the small altar in their cottage, grabbing two pieces of paper. On one, he wrote “REMEMBER,” and on the other, “FORGET.” He folded them, shuffling them with his hands.

Lighting a candle before the crucifix, Martin closed his eyes. “Dad,” he whispered, “help me make the right choice.”

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A burning wax candle against the backdrop of a cross | Source: Pexels

With a deep breath, he picked up a piece of folded paper and slowly opened it. A small smile lit up his face when he saw the word “REMEMBER.”

In that moment, Martin knew. He would accept the money, not for himself, but for his family. He would remember his father’s lessons, his own struggles, and the kindness that can exist even in the hardest of hearts.

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A young boy smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Josephine!” he called out, his voice brewing with emotion. “Go tell Mom we’re going to the doctor today. And then… maybe we’ll stop for ice cream on the way home. Get Mom a new comfy mattress. And lots of groceries for the entire week!”

As Josephine’s delighted squeals filled the air, Martin clutched the note to his chest. He had remembered, and in doing so, he had found a way forward.

Side view of a happy boy | Source: Midjourney

Side view of a happy boy | Source: Midjourney

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Julia Roberts’ Daughter Made Her Rare Appearance, but People Keep Noticing One Detail

Julia Roberts, the famous Hollywood actress, likes to keep her personal life, especially her three kids, out of the spotlight. She and her husband welcomed twins Hazel and Phinnaeus in 2004. Three years later, their son Henry was born. Though they are quite private, Julia and Daniel Moder sometimes share small glimpses of their family life with fans. This time, many fans couldn’t help but notice a particular detail about Hazel’s appearance.

Hazel made her red carpet debut at the Cannes Film Festival in 2021.

Julia Roberts’s 19-year-old daughter Hazel is stepping into the spotlight just like her mom. In 2021, she joined her dad, Daniel Moder, at the premiere of Flag DayIt’s a drama directed by and starring Sean Penn, which also features his daughter, Dylan Frances Penn, in a lead role. Daniel Moder served as the film’s cinematographer, and his daughter decided to support him on the red carpet.

At the premiere, Hazel shined in a long yellow button-up dress paired with black Mary-Jane shoes, while her dad looked sharp in a classic black suit.

Fans couldn’t help but notice a particular detail about Hazel.

Fans noticed how much Hazel resembles her mom, Julia Roberts.

With her radiant smile and striking features, Hazel looks like a younger version of the famous actress. Many pointed out the uncanny resemblance, noting that Hazel has clearly inherited her mom’s charm and elegance.

Roberts is raising her kids to have less reliance on technology.

Julia Roberts has always been protective of her children’s privacy, rarely posting pictures of them on social media. She values real-life connections with her family, away from phones and technology. In her house, one rule is to put phones away, especially during meals. “We just had sort of simple rules where we had a charging station where everyone’s phones go when you get home. There’s no phones at the table,” Julia shared in 2023.

In the interview, she said that being at home “with kids and no devices” actually “sounds like a good time” to her. Julia explained that she raised her kids to not be overly dependent on technology, reminiscing about the days “when you couldn’t get ahold of people, or they couldn’t get ahold of you.”

“I think of a family coming together at the end of the day, and you actually have things to talk about at dinner because you haven’t been in contact all day long a hundred times or a busy signal,” she said.

The actress is a proud mom of college students.

Hazel and Phinnaeus are both in college now, and Julia Roberts couldn’t be prouder. “It’s really thrilling, and I wasn’t lucky enough to have a college experience. So to see how it’s happening for them is really fascinating. And yeah, I’m just, I’m excited for them,” she opened up.

On a December 2023 episode of The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon, Julia shared that supporting her kids’ colleges has become a big part of her life, “You become immediately like, ’This is my entire life.’ I wear the colors, I do the whole thing.”

When Jimmy Fallon asked if her youngest son, Henry, was sad to be the only child left at home, Julia replied that while Henry missed his siblings, he also enjoyed being the sole kid at home, “I think it’s a good 50/50 split. He’s loving it. And I think he misses his people.”

She’s still a hands-on mom even though her kids are older.

Julia Roberts continues to be a hands-on mom. On the Today show, she expressed her gratitude for the ongoing involvement she has in their lives. “I parent them the same way out of the house that I parented them in the house,” the actress opened up. “Which is ’Are you getting enough sleep? You sound like you’re sick, are you drinking enough tea? Text me when you get home. I can see that you’re home safe and sound,’” Julia explained.

She continued, “And I have an immense amount of appreciation for both of my older kids because they still allow me to be the same mom to them, and it’s not eye-rolling. There’s a huge amount of understanding.”

Despite her busy schedule and the distance between them due to college, they stay connected through group calls.

She is grateful for finding work-life balance.

Julia has always valued finding a balance between work and family, and she’s grateful that she can often put her kids first. In an interview with British Vogue in 2024, Julia reflected on how achieving success early in her career allowed her to prioritize her family when her children were younger.

“I think that the luckiest aspect of my work life/family life is that the success of my work life came earlier. So by the time I had the success of my family life and had a husband and children who wanted to stay at home, I had been working for 18 years,” she said.

Julia expressed her deep gratitude for being able to pause work life to nurture her home life.

I never force my son to say SORRY and THANK YOU — it could psychologically traumatize him,” a reader wrote to Bright Side to share her unique parenting style and to seek advice from other parents. She often faces criticism about her methods of upbringing and wants to know if other parents have had similar experiences.

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