I never thought I’d tell this story because it still feels unreal. Two years ago, I was homeless, living in a broken-down van with my three kids after my wife left, medical bills buried us, and I lost my job.
One night, I had my last $3—saved for breakfast for my kids. At a gas station, an old man begged for water to take his medication. He’d forgotten his wallet. The cashier refused him.
Without thinking, I paid. It was all I had.
He thanked me like I’d saved his life.
The next day, I learned he’d died that night.
An attorney showed up at our van and told me the man—Walter—was a billionaire CEO. He’d left his entire company to me for that one act of kindness. Overnight, my kids went from sleeping in a van to a mansion.
But Walter’s son, Preston, was furious. He harassed us, vandalized property, and eventually kidnapped my children, demanding I sign everything over.
I did.
What Preston didn’t know was that the paperwork included a confession. The FBI moved in, rescued my kids, and arrested him.
The company was frozen, and once again, we had nothing—until a final letter from Walter was opened.
He’d anticipated everything.
Instead of the company, he left a $7 million trust fund for my children—enough to keep them safe, fed, and educated for life.
Today, we live modestly. My kids are back in school, dancing, playing sports, sleeping in real beds.
All of it started with $3 and a bottle of water.