The Rolex Samaritan

A Never-Ending Mission of Redemption


Chapter 1: The Disguised 

Los Angeles, California

Fletcher adjusted his tattered coat, the weight of the three watches in his pocket a constant reminder of his mission. His beard was unkempt, his boots worn—no one would guess he was a billionaire who owned over 110 Rolex dealerships worldwide.

Tonight, he sat beside a flickering barrel fire in a homeless encampment under the 110 Freeway. Across from him, Marcus, a broad-shouldered former Marine, stirred a can of soup over the flames.

"You new around here?" Marcus asked, eyeing Fletcher.

"Passing through," Fletcher replied, his voice rough from days of intentional neglect. "You?"

"Two years on the streets. Got out the Corps, fell on hard times. No family, no luck."

Fletcher nodded. He had heard variations of this story before. Over the next few days, he observed Marcus—how he shared his food, how he avoided the dealers lurking nearby, how he helped an elderly vet with a busted wheelchair.

On the fifth night, Fletcher reached into his pocket and pulled out the three watches, laying them on an overturned crate.

"Pick one," he said.

Marcus frowned. "What’s the catch?"

"No catch. Just choose."

Marcus studied them—the gleaming genuine Rolex Submariner, the high-quality replica Datejust, and the modest Addiesdive Explorer. After a long pause, he picked up the Addiesdive.

Fletcher raised an eyebrow. "Why that one?"

Marcus shrugged. "Looks clean. Don’t need flashy."

Fletcher smiled. The right answer.

Then, he reached into his bag and pulled out a business card.

"My real name’s Fletcher. I own Rolex stores. And you, Marcus, just passed the test."

Marcus stared in disbelief as Fletcher handed him all three watches and said, "You’re coming with me."


Chapter 2: The Test

Chicago, Illinois

Fletcher’s next stop was a shelter run by Elena, a former Army medic who had been homeless for three years. She had turned an abandoned laundromat into a refuge for vets, surviving on donations.

Disguised as a drifter, Fletcher volunteered, watching how she managed scarce resources. When a fight broke out over a stolen blanket, she diffused it without violence. When a new arrival overdosed, she performed CPR until paramedics arrived.

One evening, Fletcher "found" a dropped wallet near her. She could have taken the cash inside—$500—but instead tracked down its owner, a struggling single mother.

Satisfied, Fletcher presented her with the three watches.

Elena hesitated, then chose the replica.

"Why that one?" Fletcher asked.

"It’s nice, but not so expensive I’d feel guilty selling it," she admitted. "Could fund the shelter for a month."

Fletcher nodded but didn’t reveal himself yet. He wanted to see what she’d do.

The next day, she sold the replica—just as she said she would.

A week later, Fletcher returned, this time as a well-dressed stranger, offering the same choice.

This time, she picked the Addiesdive.

"Why the change?" he asked.

She smiled. "Learned my lesson. Flash doesn’t feed people."

Fletcher removed his sunglasses. "Then let’s talk business."


Chapter 3: The Reward

Denver, Colorado

Fletcher’s third candidate was Javier, a former Navy SEAL who lost his family after his PTSD spiraled out of control. He lived in a van, repairing bikes for spare change.

Javier picked the real Rolex immediately.

Fletcher sighed. "Why that one?"

"Because I know what it’s worth," Javier said bitterly. "And I deserve something for once."

Fletcher left without another word.

But months later, he returned—Javier had sold the Rolex to fund rehab for another vet.

Fletcher gave him a second chance.

This time, Javier chose the Addiesdive.

"Why?"

"Because I don’t need a handout. I need a hand up."

Fletcher smiled. Redemption was possible.


Chapter 4: The Second Chance

Miami, Florida

Tyrone, a homeless Air Force vet, had been scamming tourists with fake sob stories. When Fletcher offered the watches, Tyrone snatched the real Rolex and ran.

Fletcher let him go.

A year later, Tyrone—now in jail—received a letter:

"Still time to choose better."

Attached was a photo of the Addiesdive.


Chapter 5: The Unworthy

Detroit, Michigan

Not every story had a happy ending.

Carl, a former Army Ranger, chose the replica, then tried to rob Fletcher at knifepoint.

Fletcher disarmed him effortlessly.

"Wrong choice," he said before vanishing into the night.

Some couldn’t be helped.


Chapter 6: The Never-Ending Mission


Next Stop: Phoenix, Arizona

Fletcher boarded a Greyhound, his disguise already shifting.

There would always be another veteran.

Another test.

Another choice.

And maybe—just maybe—another veteran worth helping.

The mission continues.

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