Three weeks passed. Life went on. My focus returned to bills, school lunches, and balancing overtime with parent-teacher meetings.
“Close the door,” he said.
I felt my stomach tighten—the way it always did when a serious conversation was coming. He slid a sealed envelope across the table. Inside was a formal letter from a national veterans’ organization.
The letter praised my kindness. It described the veteran I had helped in the parking lot.
It explained how he finally reached out to them after our encounter because he felt seen for the first time in months.
And then came the part that stunned me: They recommended me for recognition at work.
They said my compassion reflected positively on the company.
But my boss didn’t see it that way.
“You planned this, didn’t you?” he said flatly.
“You got someone to write this letter to make yourself look good.”
“What? No—I didn’t even know—”
“Save it,” he snapped. “I’m not playing games with employees who try to manipulate their way into promotions.”
Before I could gather my words… he fired me.
Just like that.
No warning.
No discussion.
No chance to defend myself.
As a single mother with two children depending on me, I felt the world collapsing beneath my feet. Outside in the parking lot, I sat in my car staring at the steering wheel through tears I could barely hold back.
In that moment, I felt alone.
Utterly alone.
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