A poor mum struggling to feed her sick little son sings a song in exchange for alms at a metro station. One day, a rich man recognizes the lyrics and kneels before her, crying like a lost lamb that found its mother.

Rachel sat on the metro platform and watched people walk past her, minding their own business. The next train was arriving in a few minutes; she figured that out just by looking at the passengers getting ready to board it. But that was not what Rachel had come for.
“Mommy, I’m hungry, and my leg is hurting,” spoke the frail, desperate voice of Dave, her six-year-old ailing son, lying on her lap.
Rachel knew she had run out of money after spending everything on lunch. She placed an empty cup in front of her and began singing a song close to her heart…

The people distracted by her sweet voice seemed oblivious to her pain. Most were busy on their phones, some searching for a coin or two to toss into her cup, and some didn’t even bother to look.
Rachel didn’t care about their ignorance. She was there seeking alms in exchange for a song she hummed all her life. She stared at the dirty floor beneath her desperate eyes, wore a long face, and sang the melody she’d always sung her little boy to sleep.
“That song? I have heard it before. But who is singing it? And how does she know the lyrics?”
“God, please help me overcome my struggles. Even if all these people put in a coin each, I’d have enough to buy my son dinner and an ointment,” she thought while singing