And two little girls had been the first to call attention to my situation.
I still keep Emma’s silver star beside my bed. Its edges have begun to curl, and its shine has faded. It has almost no financial value, and it would impress no one visiting my office.
But when I see it, I remember the park and the sound of Lily’s voice calling for help.
I remember what she told the woman in the green coat: her grandmother had taught her to help people.It was not a speech about wealth, influence, or responsibility. It was a simple lesson passed from one generation to another.
I had spent decades searching for meaning in the next achievement, the next expansion, and the next number on a financial statement.
But the experience that changed my outlook began with a child who had no idea who I was.
She saw a person in trouble.
