I’ll never forget the day I learned my “cheap” grandma was actually a secret saint. It all started with a $50 gift card I found among her things after she passed.
When I tried to use it, the cashier froze. The manager pulled me into her office and told me something incredible: for decades, my grandma had been buying these cards and anonymously giving them to people in need. She lived simply so she could give generously.
That last $50 card? I passed it on to someone who needed it more than me. Now I understand why grandma saved every penny—not because she was stingy, but because she knew the true value of money was in helping others.
