But let me tell you something most rich men won’t admit: money doesn’t keep you warm at night. Power doesn’t hold your hand when the cancer hits. And success? It sure as hell doesn’t laugh at your bad jokes over breakfast.
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My wife died in ’92. We never had children — never could. And one night, sitting alone in my 15,000-square-foot mausoleum of a mansion, I realized something chilling.
When I die… who gets it all? Who deserves it?
Not some greedy board of directors. Not a lawyer with a perfect tie and a shark’s smile. No. I wanted someone real. Someone who knew the value of a dollar, who treated people right even when no one was looking. Someone who deserved a shot.
So I did something no one saw coming.
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I put on my oldest clothes, rubbed dirt on my face, and skipped shaving for a week. Then I walked into one of my own supermarkets, looking like a man who hadn’t had a hot meal in days.
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