Despite my wealth—spacious home, luxury cars, and more money than I could spend—I felt an unshakable void. I never built a family, as women seemed drawn only to my inheritance. At 61, I regretted my choices.

One day, seeking relief from my heavy thoughts, I drove aimlessly. That’s when I saw her—hunched over a trash can, lost yet determined. Something about her movements, her fierce resolve despite hardship, captivated me. She was both beautiful and courageous, clinging to life with sheer will. Without thinking, I slowed my car. Why was I drawn to her?