Young thugs on the street were mocking an old veteran who had a prosthetic leg, never imagining what would happen just one minute later
The old man had been sitting at the bus stop for nearly twenty minutes, silently staring at the rain-soaked road. Gray clouds hung low overhead, the cold wind swept through the street, and people around him hurried along with their own lives, barely paying attention to him. He wore an old dark jacket, a faded cap with the word “Veteran” on it, and worn-out shorts that clearly revealed the prosthetic leg beneath them.
He had long since gotten used to people’s stares.
