A teenage girl tried to steal her late mother’s favorite book. Instead of calling the police, I paid for it and gave it to her. Before leaving, she handed me an antique brooch and whispered, “It’ll save you someday.” The next morning, I was fired. Then I wore that strange little brooch to a job interview—and the woman interviewing me immediately recognized it.
The girl couldn’t have been more than sixteen. She stood near the back of the bookstore, clutching a hardcover novel beneath her jacket. I noticed the movement immediately. “Excuse me.” …
A teenage girl tried to steal her late mother’s favorite book. Instead of calling the police, I paid for it and gave it to her. Before leaving, she handed me an antique brooch and whispered, “It’ll save you someday.” The next morning, I was fired. Then I wore that strange little brooch to a job interview—and the woman interviewing me immediately recognized it. Read More
