At ninety years old, I reached a point where wealth, recognition, and a lifetime of accomplishments mattered less than one essential truth: how people treat others when no one is watching. One quiet morning, I dressed in worn clothing and entered one of the supermarkets I had spent decades building. My goal was simple—I wanted to see who inside that store would show kindness to someone who appeared to have very little. I expected curious glances or indifference, but what I experienced in those aisles left me saddened, surprised, and unexpectedly encouraged.