Elon checked his phone - another billion dollars made today. But the number on the screen didn't make him smile anymore. He remembered what his mother told him when he was young: "Money can't buy happiness." He had laughed then, but now, those words hit differently.
Walking past the glittering hotels, he noticed something unusual - a small church, its wooden doors open wide, warm light spilling onto the street. It wasn't fancy like the casino buildings. No neon signs, no flashy decorations. Just a simple cross above the door and a sign that read "All Are Welcome."
He stood there, watching people walk in. They weren't rich or famous. Just regular folks, but their faces showed something he hadn't seen in a long time - peace. A little girl smiled at him as she walked in with her mother. She didn't know who he was, didn't care about his money or his companies. She just saw another person standing outside the church.