I Disguised Myself as Homeless and Walked Into a Huge Supermarket to Choose My Heir
At 90 years old, I did something most people would call crazy. I dressed like a homeless man, dirtied my face, skipped shaving for a week, and walked into one of my own supermarkets. I wanted to see one simple thing: who would treat me like a human being. What I found didn’t just surprise me—it shook me to my core, and changed everything. I never thought I’d be one of those old men pouring his soul out online. But at 90, appearances don’t matter. You just want the truth