My Coworkers T.e.as.ed Me for Eating Lunch with the Lonely Janitor Every Day for 11 Years – At His F.u.ner.al, His [email protected] Pulled Me Aside and Said, ‘Mr. Wilson Left This for You’

looking around for a place where I would not feel like an interruption.

Every table was occupied. Every group had its own rhythm, and I did not belong to any of them.

Then, near the window, a man in a gray uniform lifted his eyes from his sandwich. He was older, probably in his sixties, with gentle eyes and the sort of quiet presence that asked for nothing.continue reading …