Fairness has never felt to me like an ideal, but like the soil where freedom dares to grow. What draws me to Fair3 is not the thrill of innovation or investment, but a quieter faith — the belief that fairness itself carries a sacred kind of worth, one that must be proven true, not simply spoken aloud. So I donated $200,000 to the Fair3 Foundation — not to own, not to claim, but to help something enduring take root. And I know this won’t be the last. I will give again, because the work of fairness never ends; it only deepens. Of that, $5,000 went to the families of those who lost their lives in the Indonesian protests — people whose names may fade from headlines, yet whose stories remind us that injustice is never distant. It lives close, under our skin, until we choose to face it. This was not an act of charity, but of solidarity — a small vow to keep fairness alive not as a slogan, but as a practice. Because fairness, like love or faith, is not a destination. It is something we must choose — again and again — with tenderness, with courage, and with both hands open.