In the bottom corner, painted in neat, delicate lettering, was an inscription: For Mr. Bennett—The sky belongs to everyone. Zara. Richard hung the artwork directly opposite his desk, where it served as a permanent compass for every business decision he made.
Years later, whenever young corporate associates entered his office boasting of aggressive strategies and ruthlessness, Richard would point toward the painting. He would tell them the story of a fourteen-year-old girl, an unyielding captain, and a delayed aircraft door.
He reminded them that true authority never demands a seat it hasn’t earned, nor does it look down upon others. And high above the earth, where titles and fortunes vanish into the clouds, the only thing that truly matters is humanity.