In a small office near the back, the manager explained that the coupon was part of an old company promotion from decades earlier. Only a few had ever been issued, and they were meant to reward long-term loyalty in an unusual way. He stressed that I wasn’t required to use it. I could leave and forget about it entirely. The coupon, he said, was less about savings and more about choice. Whatever I decided would simply be my decision.

After a long moment, I chose something simple and practical from a clearance shelf. The coupon covered it exactly. As I walked out, I realized my grandpa hadn’t left me a discount. He had left me a reminder. Not every opportunity arrives loudly or looks impressive. Some come quietly, easy to ignore, waiting to see whether you pay attention—and what you choose to do next.