“The rattle & the cane”

“Is there any hope?” Asked the young boy timidly.

“Don’t ask such stupid questions!” Snapped the old man.

“But my m-mom always says to wait on God.” The boy sputtered.

“God?!” Cried the old man incredulously choking on the cheap liquor.

In an instant the old man leapt to his feet reached within his ragged trenchcoat and pulled out a wad of crumpled bills.

“In this world-this is your ‘God’!” He said triumphantly clutching the dirty currency. “And one thing you should never do is sit and expect him to come to you!”