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The address led him to a modern office building. Inside, he was escorted into a quiet conference room. Sitting at the table was the man from the gas station.
His posture was different now. Confident. Composed.
Matthew explained that he owned a successful manufacturing company. The gas station incident had not been staged, but it had been revealing. He had watched dozens of people walk past him that day. People with money. People in expensive cars. None stopped.
Sean did.
“You gave me your last two dollars,” Matthew said plainly. “Not because you had extra. Because you had character.”
Matthew told him he was starting a new business venture and wanted a partner. Not an investor with capital, but someone with integrity. Someone who would put people before profit.
Sean was honest. He said he didn’t have money, a home, or stability to offer.
Matthew smiled. “I already have money,” he said. “What I don’t have enough of is heart.”
Sean accepted.
The weeks that followed felt unreal. He moved his children into an apartment. He returned to full-time work. He brought people with him—others from the tent community, people who had skills but no second chances. Matthew didn’t object. He encouraged it.
Sean never forgot where he came from.
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