Boss Fires Waitress for Taking Leftovers from Restaurant, Next Day He Gives All His Money to Her

Boss, fires waitress for taking leftovers from restaurant next day. He gives all his money to her. George wasn’t a pleasant man. He was talented, successful and very rich, but no one really liked him. His customers loved his food.

Yes, but his employees detested him. The 47 year old was used to getting his own way, especially with women, because even if George wasn’t Charming, he was very handsome. Many women thought he was the strong silent type and were usually disappointed by sarcasm. George was an angry bitter man and he took it out on the world around him one evening. He was at one of his restaurants when he noticed one of his waitresses handling, a notoriously difficult, but very good customer, even though the man was obnoxious, her smile never wavered.

In fact, after a few minutes he saw the man smile back and Nod. She’S obviously managed to turn him around George noticed that the woman had a lovely smile. She wasn’t young or particularly beautiful, but that smile made her glow when she walked by George Stopped her and introduced himself lovely to meet you, sir. She said with that gorgeous smile. Please call me Georgie said: what’s your name, I’m Debbie!

I started this week. She said well Debbie. Why don’t you have a drink with me after we close George strong, you can tell me all about it. Debbie looked away quickly, I’m sorry, sir. I’M afraid I can’t, but thank you for the invitation.

I’M very flattered, George, couldn’t believe his ears. This middle-aged woman was turning him down him. Handsome Rich George is a customer waiting on table 12. He said coldly, stop darling and get moving. George asked his night manager about Debbie and the man sang her Praises, she’s, intelligent, quick and efficient, and she can handle the customers like no one else.

Since you are looking for an assistant manager, you might want to keep an eye on her. She’S got potential, but George wasn’t in the least interested in promoting Debbie. He wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible. In Debbie’s eyes he saw the shadow of another man a rejected man. He didn’t want to remember that manner.

His past he started watching her when he was in the restaurant and stopping by more often during her shift. Then one evening he got exactly what he wanted: an excuse to fire that the doting manager couldn’t refute. He caught Debbie stealing, he walked into the kitchen and saw the waitress carefully tucking a tupperware box into her shoulder bag Debbie. He can’t please come into my office. He saw with satisfaction that Debbie shuttered.

Yes, he wanted her to be afraid when she walked into his office. He was seated behind his desk. Please open your bag. He said with an unpleasant smile, Debbie blushed vividly George was delighted to see that there was no glow about her now with trembling hands. She took two plastic boxes out of her bag and placed him on the desk.

George opened the boxes, one contained some leftover steak and vegetables. The other piece of chocolate cake, you’re, fired. He crowned immediately. Please Debbie whisper, please don’t this photo is going into the dumpster. It’S my food, George said I do what I want with it and I didn’t want to give it to you.

Did I Debbie looked every bit as devastated as George would have wanted, but he started to feel uneasy. He wasn’t enjoying this as much as he had imagined. Please Debbie said again, you don’t understand. Oh tell me a sob story. George sneered, your dear Mother, is dying.

My son Debbie said softly and George hard nearly stopped. My son is Leukemia and he needs treatments. I can’t afford I’ve been saving on food by taking the leftovers home George felt as if the ground had been jerked out from under his feet. Your son is Leukemia, he has. This is true.

Debbie took a photo out of her bag. It showed an eight-year-old in a hospital bed, sporting a huge grin, the male version of Debbie’s glowing smile son George said my son had leukemia he. How could he explain to the woman standing in front of him that once he’d been even poor and more desperate than she was once George had a wife and son, and even though he worked part-time at a pizza restaurant while he studied and the money was short He was happy and one day his wife came home with terrible news. Their little son Chris, just five, was terribly ill. George gave up college and started working two full shifts at the restaurant, but no matter how much he earned it just wasn’t enough to cover the medical bills and no matter what the doctors did.

Little Chris didn’t get better. George found himself standing in front of his son’s tiny coffin watching the gravedigger shoveling dark dirt on his baby loser, his wife screamed my baby’s dad and it’s your fault, those words Pierce George to the heart, a terrible sense of guilt overwhelmed him little Chris was dead Because he was a poor provider, he had killed his precious baby boy. George didn’t realize that angry people in pain lash out at those around them when they can’t lash out at God. He blamed himself too now, with Debbie standing bravely in front of him. He remembered the man who’d been little Chris’s, dad a Kinder Man.

By far he took a deep breath and looked Debbie and eyes and said in a gentle voice. Take the food I’ll talk about it tomorrow. Debbie was surprised, but she hurried to obey him. She needed the job desperately not just for the money, but for the insurance too. The next day before clocking in for her shift, Debbie went to the hospital to pay some of her bills fully paid.

The woman said you can have the receipt Debbie couldn’t believe it she’d owed tens of thousands of dollars on her son’s latest treatments. She hurried to work and was called to the boss’s office. George. Was there sitting with a manager Debbie, he said, we’ve decided to promote you, the will be an assistant manager. From now on, with a considerable, raise and added benefits, Debbie looked into George’s eyes and saw the compassion there saw a man she could care about.

You paid for the bills, she said it was you, but it was so much money. I can make more money. George said dismissively, but your son is precious cherish him Debbie he’s your own personal miracle.