A Family Forgot Their Wealthy Grandpa at a Gas Station on His Birthday — The Next Day, His Lawyer Called Them

On his 73rd birthday, Lennox treated his family to a lavish beach trip, only to be ignored, dismissed, and forgotten — literally! They left him at a gas station on the drive home. But the family learned the cost of their callous behavior when Lennox’s lawyer called them the next day.

I turned 73 last Tuesday. Most men my age would be proud. I’d transformed my grandfather’s humble construction company into a sprawling empire that stretched across three states.

A man seated alone at a dining table | Source: Midjourney

A man seated alone at a dining table | Source: Midjourney

But what good was any of it when I sat alone at my mahogany dining table, staring at a cake with no one to share it?

I had called my son Gregory, my daughter Caroline, their spouses, and all five of my grandchildren to invite them to celebrate my birthday.

All of them had answered with excuses; they were too busy to spend one evening with me.

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A man speaking on his phone | Source: Midjourney

I sat in my study later that night, nursing a glass of scotch, when an idea struck me.

Money. It had always been the one thing that got their attention. The one thing that made their schedules “magically open up,” as my late wife Helen used to say.

So I rented the most luxurious tour bus available and planned a weeklong trip to the coast. All expenses paid.

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Seating inside a luxury tour bus | Source: Pexels

Then I sent out new invites to my family, asking them to join me for the “real birthday celebration.”

The responses were predictably enthusiastic, now that they were getting more than a slice of cake and a few hours with an old man out of it.

When the day arrived, all 15 of them showed up with piles of luggage and wide smiles.

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People carrying bags | Source: Pexels

My great-granddaughter Zoe squealed when she saw the tour bus and instantly started taking selfies in front of it.

I watched them board, chattering and laughing. My family… my legacy. I smiled to myself as I climbed aboard last. Maybe this was how we’d finally connect.

The countryside rolled by in waves of gold and green while I sat in the back, watching them all.

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A road cutting through the country | Source: Pexels

Gregory played cards with his boys. Caroline sipped wine with her daughter-in-law. The youngest kids bounced between seats, high on sugar and excitement.

No one sat with me. Not at any point during the many hours it took to reach our destination.

The coast was beautiful, I’ll give it that. Blue waves crashing against rocky shores, and seagulls wheeling overhead.

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A road on the coast | Source: Pexels

I paid for a boat tour on our first day, but when I joined my family in the hotel lobby, Gregory frowned at me.

“Don’t you think you’re a little old to be going on a boat trip, Dad? Think about your health. What if you had another heart attack?”

“I—”

“Greg’s right, Dad.” Caroline cut me off. “It’s best if you stay here.”

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A woman smiling at someone | Source: Pexels

And that was the pattern for the entire week.

I’d organized spa treatments, fishing excursions, surfing lessons, you name it. But I didn’t get to enjoy any of it. Or spend any time with my family.

Oh, they were careful to wrap their excuses in concern for my health, but Zoe’s obsession with social media betrayed them all.

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A young teen girl staring at her cell phone | Source: Pexels

I was on my way to the beach (by myself) when I spotted Zoe in the garden just outside the hotel entrance, phone held out in front of her.

I started walking toward her but froze when I got close enough to overhear what she was saying.

“… enjoying the beach with my fam! We were even kind enough to bring my great-grandpa along, although my mom and grandma say he can’t do much because of his health issues. At least he can chill by the pool!”

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A young teen girl using her cell phone | Source: Pexels

Zoe is only 12 and might be excused for spouting nonsense, but it was the narrative beneath her words that broke me; the things her mother and Caroline had told her.

I saw the truth now. I’d thought I was investing in a chance to bring my family together when I paid for this trip, but they just saw me as useless baggage they were forced to drag along.

I went down to the beach and stayed there, watching the families who actually cared about each other building sandcastles and laughing together until the stars came out.

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Starry sky over a beach | Source: Pexels

The week passed quickly.

Too quickly for them, apparently. The complaints started before we even loaded the bus for the return trip.

“God, this drive is going to be brutal,” Caroline muttered, sunglasses perched on her head.

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A woman staring at something | Source: Pexels

“I don’t know why Grandpa didn’t just rent a private jet,” her eldest son said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Loud enough for me to hear.

Two hours into the journey home, I felt a tightness in my chest.

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A distressed man | Source: Midjourney

A cold sweat broke out across my forehead.

It wasn’t a heart attack — I’d had one of those before and knew the difference. This was just age and stress and heartache making themselves known.

“Can we pull over?” I asked, my voice weaker than I intended. “I need a minute.”

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A man with his hands pressed together | Source: Pexels

Gregory looked up from his laptop, irritated. “We just stopped an hour ago.”

“You can’t wait 30 more minutes?” Caroline snapped. “There’s a rest area up ahead.”

I pressed a hand to my stomach. “I just need a moment to breathe.”

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Close up of a man’s face | Source: Pexels

My son-in-law, James, sighed dramatically and signaled the driver.

The bus pulled into a grimy gas station, all buzzing florescent lights and faded advertisements.

“Make it quick, Dad,” Gregory said, not looking up from his screen.

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A man typing on a laptop | Source: Pexels

Gone was the concern for my health that they’d pulled out like red cards at a soccer match every time I tried to join in on the holiday excursions.

I shuffled inside the gas station restroom and splashed water on my face. The man who looked back at me in the mirror seemed suddenly smaller than I remembered.

When I walked back outside, blinking in the harsh sunlight, the parking lot was empty. The bus was gone.

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A gas station | Source: Pexels

I stood there, my blazer suddenly insufficient against the wind that picked up. No phone. No wallet. Nothing but the clothes on my back and the watch on my wrist.

“You okay, sir?” A young voice broke through my shock.

A girl stood in the gas station doorway, maybe 19, her name tag reading “Marlee.”

“I think I’ve been… forgotten,” I said.

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A startled-looking man | Source: Midjourney

She frowned, looking around the empty lot. “Someone just left you here?”

“My family,” I said, and the words felt like glass in my throat.

“That’s messed up,” she said simply. Then she disappeared inside, returning moments later with a foil-wrapped package. “Microwave burrito. It’s not much, but you look like you could use something.”

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A burrito | Source: Pexels

I took it, surprised by the kindness of the gesture. “Thank you.”

Marlee’s shift ended two hours later. During that time, no one called, and no one came back for me.

“Look, I can’t just leave you here,” she said. “My apartment’s not far…”

So, I went home with Marlee to an apartment smaller than my bedroom.

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An apartment building | Source: Pexels

She made soup from a can and loaned me thick wool socks when she noticed me rubbing my feet.

“My brother’s room is yours tonight,” she said, showing me to a small bedroom with posters of bands I didn’t recognize. “We’ll figure this out in the morning.”

I lay awake that night, staring at the ceiling.

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A man lying in a bed | Source: Pexels

Not once had Marlee asked who I was beyond my name. Not once had she questioned whether helping me would benefit her in any way.

She saw an old man in need and extended her hand. Simple as that.

When morning came, I borrowed Marlee’s cellphone and made one call — to my lawyer. It was time to teach my family a lesson.

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A man making a phone call | Source: Pexels

I was home by mid-morning, and my family started arriving by noon, their faces twisted with panic and indignation.

“Dad, there’s been a terrible misunderstanding,” Gregory started, standing in my foyer like he owned the place.

“We went back for you!” Caroline insisted, though we both knew it was a lie.

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A woman speaking to someone | Source: Pexels

I let them talk themselves out. Let them rage and plead and make promises we all knew they wouldn’t keep.

When they finally fell silent, I opened the front door.

Marlee stood on the porch, a plate of homemade cookies in her hands. I placed a gentle hand on Marlee’s shoulder as she entered, confusion evident on her face as she took in the scene.

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A confused woman | Source: Pexels

“This,” I said, calm as still water, “is Marlee. She didn’t know who I was. She didn’t know what I had. But she saved me, took care of me, and reminded me what it means to be seen.”

My family stared, uncomprehending.

“I’m taking back all the businesses, cars, houses, and every other gift I’ve ever given you all,” I continued, watching the realization dawn on their faces. “Everything you thought was yours will now belong to her.”

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A man pointing his finger | Source: Pexels

“You can’t be serious,” Caroline whispered, her perfectly manicured hand pressed to her throat.

“You left me at a gas station without a backward glance. And I finally saw you all clearly.”

Marlee looked between us all, stunned. “Lennox, I don’t understand—”

“You will,” I said gently. “But unlike them, you never have to worry about what it means to be family. You already know.”

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An emotional man | Source: Pexels

They left in a storm of threats and tears. But I felt lighter than I had in decades. Marlee stayed, confused but kind as ever.

“You don’t have to do anything,” I told her as we sat in my study later. “The money and properties are yours, regardless. But I hope you’ll let an old man show you the ropes.”

She smiled then, and it reminded me so much of Helen that my heart squeezed in my chest.

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A smiling woman | Source: Pexels

“I think,” she said carefully, “that we could both use a friend.”

And for the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn’t feel forgotten at all.

See 1970s icon Faye Dunaway now at 83

Among the few living real legends is Faye Dunaway.

The legendary actress, well-known for portraying strong, resentful, and challenging women, is among the best in movie history.

And the eighty-three-year-old continues on…

Dunaway is best known for her twisted cry in the campy cult film Mommie Dearest, “No more wire hangers!” She also starred in Hurry Sundown with Michael Caine and Bonnie & Clyde, winning the main part over Jane Fonda and Natalie Wood.

The Florida native actress, who was also awarded three Golden Globes and an Emmy, was born in Bascom.

It’s difficult to discuss Faye Dunaway’s career without bringing up the film Mommies Dearest. Channeling Joan Crawford’s energy, Faye Dunaway shocked the Mommie Dearest crew when she initially appeared from the dressing room in the legendary role of the four-year-old actress.

The sensationalized movie Mommie Dearest (1981) is based on Christina Crawford’s memoir of the same name, which describes her troubled connection with the late actress Joan Crawford, who was her adopted mother.

Dunaway managed to create a combination of charm and terror.

In her unsettling portrayal of Crawford, Dunaway blurred the boundaries between reality and resurrecting Joan, both on and off the set. She was so desperate that she declared, “I want to climb inside her skin,” to a Hollywood biographer.

Dunaway either developed her method acting skills to a high degree or her spirit took over. In her memoir, Looking for Gatsby, she writes. “I was told by one that it felt like Joan herself had risen from the dead.”

In reality, the media began to believe that Crawford was haunting Dunaway.”(Dunaway) appears to have borrowed it for 12 weeks from the ghost of Joan Crawford,” the Los Angeles Times remarked about her voice.

In a part that will live in legend, Dunaway expresses remorse. She told Entertainment Tonight, “I think it turned my career in a direction where people would irretrievably have the wrong impression of me—and that’s an awful hard thing to beat.” “I should have known better, but sometimes you don’t know what you’re getting into and you’re vulnerable.”

Working with some of the sexiest men in Hollywood, like Paul Newman, Robert Redford, Kirk Douglas, and Johnny Depp, Dunaway showed extreme self-control and maintained a platonic connection with her co-stars.

A few individuals were drawn to particular things; perhaps Jack (Nicholson) and Warren (Beatty), but not many. Though Steve McQueen was contentedly devoted to someone at the time, Warren was at that point in his bachelorhood. “I wouldn’t mess around with something like that even if it were offered, but it wasn’t,” Warren said.

“You simply don’t,” she remarked in a Harper’s Bazaar interview. “You don’t do that because you know it will ruin the performance and the movie. That’s my rule.

The dapper, Italian award-winning actor Marcello Mastroianni, broke the rules for the timeless beauty with her delicate high cheekbones because he was too much of a temptation.

Life imitates art in her connection with the Italian celebrity. starring in the 1968 film A Place for Lovers, which Roger Ebert of the Chicago Sun-Times referred to as the “most godawful piece of pseudo-romantic slop I’ve ever seen!”-Dunaway portrays a fashion designer who is having an extramarital romance with Mastroianni, a race car driver. She had a brief but intense three-year romance with the actor in real life, which she ended when he refused to leave his wife.

Dunaway stated, “I was deeply in love with him,” in a People interview. I had never encountered a man like him before, and I felt incredibly safe with him.

She wed musician Peter Wolf, the lead vocalist of The J. Geils Band, in 1974; they separated after five years.

According to a Marie Claire article from 2017, Dunaway began an affair with renowned British photographer Terry O’Neill because she was dissatisfied in her marriage to Wolf. With her Oscar from the movie The Network on the table next to her, O’Neill captured a picture of her lounging by the pool at The Beverly Hills Hotel.

After being married in 1983, Dunaway misled the public for many years, claiming that her son Liam, who was born in 1980, was actually her biological child. In 1987, Dunaway and O’Neill were divorced.

Dunaway is alleged to be a manipulative diva who is very difficult and unpredictable for co-stars, production personnel, and even hotel employees.

She was fired from her role as Audrey Hepburn in the off-Broadway production of Tea at Five in 2019 for creating a “dangerous” and “hostile” environment, and she was fired by Andrew Lloyd Weber from his Sunset Boulevard production in Los Angeles, California, in 1994.

She was dubbed the “gossamer grenade” by one of her leading men, Jack Nicholson, and when Johnny Carson questioned her in 1988, “Who’s one of the worst people you know in Hollywood?” “Faye Dunaway and everybody you can put in this chair would tell you exactly the same thing,” was the swift response from the feisty and unrepentant Bette Davis. “I don’t think we have the time to go into all the reasons—she’s just uncooperative,” the woman said. For Miss Dunaway, Miss Dunaway is Miss.

Dunaway is still a very talented performer despite her challenging, frequently harsh, and nasty demeanor.

She was awarded a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in 1996, and in 1997, People magazine listed her as one of the 50 Most Beautiful People.

Regarding her romantic status, she is now single.

She stated in a 2016 People interview that she was still open to dating. She says, “I’m very much a loner.” “I always think that if I could find the right person, I would like to have a partner in life, and I would.”

Her most recent credit dates back to 2022, when she costarred in the Italian film L’uomo che disegnò Dio with Kevin Spacey.

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