At ninety years old, I did something that many would call reckless, or perhaps foolish.

I disguised myself as a homeless man and walked into one of my own supermarkets—not to promote a store, not to test a new product, but simply to see who would treat me like a human being.

What I discovered that day didn’t just shock me—it shattered assumptions I had held for decades and changed the trajectory of my life forever.

I never imagined I’d become one of those old men pouring their soul out to strangers online, but at my age, you stop worrying about appearances. Continue reading…