He sat on the bench outside the gas station, watching the sun dip low behind the hills, wondering how long it would take before anyone even noticed he was missing.
The answer? Four hours.
And when they did call, it wasn’t out of worry. His daughter-in-law’s voice was sharp on the phone: “Where are you? We’re already halfway home. You’ve caused such a delay!”
Lennox said nothing. Just hung up the phone with a quiet smile.
The next morning, as the family sat in his mansion waiting for him to return, a sharply dressed man arrived instead.
“I’m Mr. Collins,” the lawyer said. “Lennox asked me to deliver something on his behalf.”
He opened a briefcase and began distributing envelopes—one for each family member. Confused, they tore them open.
Each one read:
“Thank you for making my birthday unforgettable. Effective immediately, I’ve retired from being your unpaid ATM. All accounts have been frozen, properties will be sold, and the company has been transferred to someone who still remembers I exist when I leave a room.”
“You’ll meet her soon. She works at the diner where I spent the night—the first person to wish me a happy birthday.”
Stunned silence fell. Somewhere down the coast, Lennox was sipping coffee beside a kind waitress named Marla, finally surrounded by people who saw the man—not the money.
Lesson:
Never take for granted the people who built the life you’re enjoying. Wealth means nothing without love, and one day, the “old man” you ignored might be the one who decides just how much you’re really worth.
