Chapter 14 - The Scholarship Dinner
One year after Dad’s funeral, we held the first major foundation dinner.
No luxury ballroom.
Dad would have hated that.
We used Bennett Precision’s renovated warehouse.
Employees brought their families.
Scholarship recipients spoke.
Rosa’s husband was in remission.
Joanne’s daughter volunteered at the medical table.
Walter sat in the front row.
I gave a short speech.
“My father believed money reveals character more often than it creates it.”
Then I looked around.
“He also believed enough should be enough.”
We funded thirty-two scholarships that night.
Nobody bought a mansion.
Nobody erased Patricia’s debts.
Nobody rescued Ethan’s failed company.
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Instead, thirty-two young people received opportunities.
Dad would have liked that math.
