He Wasn’t Poor
Gray wrote about his wife, Marietta.
She died three years ago.
And apparently, she had a tradition.
On her birthday—and on the first Tuesday of every month—she’d dress down and go into stores with her dog, pretending she was struggling.
Not as a joke.
Not to humiliate anyone.
But to test something she believed in deeply.
She believed kindness still existed.
That people were good at heart, but they needed the right moment to show it.
Gray wrote that after she died, he continued the tradition in her honor.
