The phone clicked. My children’s responses were brutal: Sarah said, “Figure it out,” and Mark blocked me. I’d asked for $200 for heart medication, and my own kids failed me.
Three weeks earlier, I had $333 million hidden in trusts. I told no one. I wanted to see who loved me for me, not my money.
Then Leo, my grandson, called. Twenty-three, working two jobs, $500 to his name, and four hundred miles away. He arrived at dawn, groceries in hand, drove me to the doctor, and spent the day helping me.
That evening, I revealed the fortune. He didn’t care about money—he cared about people.
I changed the trust. He became the sole beneficiary. Together, we created the Helen Gable Foundation to help elderly people afford prescriptions.
The lottery didn’t make me rich. Leo did. True wealth is shown in love, loyalty, and heart.