But I wasn’t going to give up. On my lunch break, I bought bread with my own money, went outside, and handed it to the homeless man. He looked at me as if I had given him the whole world. He thanked me, trembling, saying he hadn’t eaten since the day before.

But at that exact moment the manager appeared in the doorway. He looked at us as if I had committed a crime.

When I walked back inside, he immediately snapped:

“You’re fired.”

“For what?” I asked in disbelief.