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

me.

Because they were mocking him.

Many of them had never spoken more than three words to Charles.

Yet they acted as though they knew exactly who he was.

One afternoon, after a particularly embarrassing round of jokes, I apologized to him.

“I’m sorry people say things like that.”

Charles smiled.

“Why?”

“Because it’s disrespectful.”

He folded his napkin carefully.continue reading …