āWhat do you want, bum?ā he asked harshly. Richard, keeping his voice steady, said, āI just need to warm up and maybe get something to eat.ā The guard shook his head. āThis isnāt a homeless shelter. You need to get out of here. Now.āRichard stayed calm. āIām only asking for some food. Can you call Tom? I think he would help me.ā The guard laughed bitterly. āTom? Heāll throw you out the second he sees you.ā āPlease,ā Richard said softly, hoping for a small act of kindness. The guard sighed heavily, rolling his eyes as if the task was beneath him, and finally called Tom. While waiting, Richard glanced at the comfortable-looking couch nearby and thought about sitting down.Just as he moved toward it, the guard barked, āDonāt even think about it. Stay where you are.ā
Richard nodded, stepping back to his spot. Moments later, a young woman walked into the building. She greeted the guard with a friendly smile and was about to head toward the elevator when her eyes fell on Richard. She paused, taking in his worn appearance, and her expression softened.The woman paused, concern in her eyes. āSir, are you alright? Do you need help?ā Richard hesitated. āI just need to warm up, maybe get something to eat, and some water if possible.āShe quickly handed him a bottle of water. āHere, take this. Let me take you to the office. We have food there.ā Richard looked at the bottle. āBut itās your water,ā he said. āItās no problem,ā she reassured him. āPlease, come with me.ā As Richard moved, the guard stepped in. āTom said not to let anyone in without his permission.āThe woman frowned. āBut this man just wants to eat. Whatās your name, sir?ā āRichie.ā āRichie just wants to eat,ā she repeated. The guard crossed his arms. āTomās coming down now. Until then, this bum isnāt going anywhere.āThe womanās expression hardened. āWhat disrespect! Heās a person just like you and me.Ā

Why should he be treated any differently?ā Before the guard could respond, the elevator doors opened, and Tom stepped out, irritated. āWhatās going on here?ā he demanded. Richard spoke calmly, āGood afternoon, sir. I just wanted to warm up and have something to eat.ā Tomās face twisted with disdain. āDo I look like a volunteer? Get out of here! Now! Youāre ruining the companyās reputation. What if a client sees a bum in the office?āThe woman tried to reason. āBut Tom, he just wants to eat.āaTom turned on her sharply. āAnd whatās it to you, Lindsay? Youāre just an assistant! Go back to work!ā Without waiting for a response, Tom barked at the guard. āGet him out. And you,ā he pointed at the woman, āfollow me.ā As she passed by Richard, she whispered quickly, āGo to the back entrance. Iāll take you to lunch.āRichard barely had time to nod before the guard grabbed him by the elbow and roughly shoved him toward the door, throwing him out onto the cold street without a second thought.Ā
Richard approached the back entrance, shivering slightly from the cold. After a few minutes, the same woman who had helped him earlier came out, carrying a warm smile.āLetās go. Thereās a nice little restaurant nearby. Itās nothing fancy, but the food is really good,ā she said, nodding toward the street. Richard followed her, grateful for her kindness. āI donāt even know how to thank you. Lindsay, right?ā he asked, trying to remember her name.She smiled, shaking her head. āMy name is actually Nancy. Tom never gets it right. He gives me a new name every day. I guess he thinks itās easier that way. But really, thereās no need to thank me. Itās the least I can do.ā They walked in silence for a few moments until they reached the small restaurant. The waiters glanced at them with disapproving looks, but Nancy didnāt seem to care. She led Richard to a table and sat down across from him.āOrder whatever you want; itās my treat,ā she said, pushing the menu toward him.
Richard hesitated, then asked, āThank you. Do they pay you so well that you can buy food for a stranger so easily?āNancy sighed, her smile fading slightly. āNot really. When I interviewed for the job, Tom promised me a much higher salary. But later, he decided it was too much for a girl fresh out of university.ā Richard clenched his fists under the table, anger boiling inside him. Tom had turned into someone Richard no longer recognized. Nancy noticed his expression and quickly added, āBut itās no big deal to treat you. My grandmother always taught me that kindness is its own reward. Even if itās not, I like helping.āNancy blushed a little and stammered, āOh, that probably sounded insulting. I didnāt mean toā¦āRichard reached across the table and gently interrupted her. āItās alright. I do need help, and your grandmother was a wise woman.ā
Nancy smiled warmly as she reached for her wallet, paying for the entire meal without a second thought. She then insisted that Richard take some extra food to go, packing it up neatly and handing it to him with a gentle smile. Richard hesitated but accepted her kindness, feeling a warmth he hadnāt felt in a long time. As he looked at the young woman, he saw not just kindness but a genuine heart. In that moment, Richard realized that he had finally found what he had been searching for all this timeāsomeone who truly cared.Nancy walked into the office, her usual resolve in place to face another day of Tomās insults. But something was different. The usual hum of chatter was replaced with frantic whispers. People huddled in small groups, their faces tense. Sensing something was wrong, Nancy approached a colleague she trusted. āWhatās going on?ā Nancy asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Her colleague looked at her, eyes wide with shock.Ā
āThe owner of the company has died. Since he had no children, no one knows who will inherit the company.āNancy felt a chill run down her spine. āWhat does that mean for us?ā āTom thinks heās next in line,ā her colleague explained. āHe was the ownerās protĆ©gĆ©, after all. Weāre all waiting for the lawyer to arrive and clear things up.ā As if on cue, the elevator doors slid open, and the lawyer stepped out. Tom, looking eager, rushed over to greet him, practically blocking his path. The lawyer didnāt even acknowledge Tomās enthusiasm. āIām not here for idle talk,ā he said, his tone brisk. āI need to see Nancy.āA hush fell over the office as all eyes turned to Nancy. She felt her heart race, not understanding why she was suddenly the center of attention. āMe?ā she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The lawyer glanced at her. āAre you Nancy?ā āY-yes,ā she stammered, confusion growing. āThen youāre the one I need to speak with. Can we discuss this privately?āStunned, Nancy nodded and led the lawyer into the conference room. As soon as the door closed behind them, she couldnāt hold back her questions. āI donāt understand whatās happening.ā The lawyerās expression was unreadable. āYouāre the new owner of the company. Congratulations.ā āWHAT?!ā Nancyās voice echoed in the small room, louder than she intended.The lawyer calmly placed a folder on the table. āHere are the documents, already signed by Richard. All you need to do is sign, and the company is yours.āāBut⦠I donāt understand. Why me?ā Nancy felt overwhelmed.
Richard bequeathed the company to you,ā the lawyer said, reaching into his briefcase. āOh, and thereās a letter tooāI almost forgot.ā He handed the letter to Nancy, who immediately tore it open, eager for answers. āDear Nancy, Six months ago, I received the news that I was dying. It was a shock, and honestly, Iāve managed to hold on longer than I ever expected. What kept me going, what gave me the strength to continue, was the troubling thought that I had no one to leave my company to.I had no wife, no childrenāat least none that I knew of. The future of the company I had built from the ground up was uncertain, and that weighed heavily on me. About a month ago, I made a decision.
I decided to visit each branch of my company, to see if there was someone, anyone, who could carry on what I had started. But I didnāt want to be seen as the owner.I wanted to see the true character of the people working for me, so I disguised myself as a homeless man. I wanted to understand who they really were, how they treated those who seemed to have nothing. To be completely honest, I was deeply disappointed. No one would even let me in the door. The kindness and respect I had hoped to find were missing, and I almost lost hope. That was until I met you.Nancy, you and your kindness restored my faith. Despite your youth and inexperience, I see in you a heart full of compassion and a spirit of integrity.
These are the qualities that matter most, more than any skill or knowledge. Please stay true to who you are. Lead the company with kindness and wisdom, and everything else will fall into place as you go along.Yours truly, Richard (Or as you knew me, Richie) P.S. Your first task as the new owner is to fire Tom and call him Timmy.āTell us what you think about this story and share it with your friends. It might inspire them and brighten their day. If you enjoyed this story, read this one: While serving at a wedding, I suddenly spotted the groomāit was my husband, David. Seeing him with another woman, pretending to be someone else, sent my world crashing down. In that moment, everything I thought I knew about my life was turned upside down.

