A Millionaire rag picker

A fresh day, yet again I parade in the hot sun with a promise that I would be awarded a pass to Paradise.
Exasperated me, slid my sight on the wrist, " another 15 mins I will land over the door to hell".
"Why did I agree?"
"Should I give up?"
I cannot it's the last 15 mins of the challenge. and I can fulfill the dream of loads of money.
"I will, I have to, and I can hold onto my chips.." I repeated in my mind. Either way, it's hell, I don't want to die a rag picker. You are born poor it's not your fault, but if you die poor, it is your mistake.
I choose to live rich be it for a day, somebody quenches my thirst, 10 more mins to go.
"I will, I have to...." the rambling in his mind continued, nothing is impossible for one who pursues his desire with the faith of steel.
Alas, he ascended to Paradise a day later, with the pride possession of "never give up attitude", leaving behind the booty to the slum-dwellers in a hope that no kiddies of starvation.
His sacrifice turned out a boon to his people.