Everyone Laughed When I Sat with the Lonely Janitor Every Day—At His Funeral, I Learned the Truth About Who He Really Was

months passed, I became part of the company.

I made friends.

Earned promotions.

Learned the culture.

Yet every day at noon, I still sat with Charles.

It wasn’t planned.

It simply became our routine.

Some days we talked about work.

Other days we talked about books.

Sometimes he told stories about growing up in the 1960s.

Other times I told him about my struggles continue reading …