For 11 Years, My Coworkers Mocked Me For Having Lunch With The Lonely Janitor Every Day — Then At His Funeral, The Lawyer Pulled Me Aside And Said, “Mr. Wilson Left This For You”

I noticed him.

Near the window sat an older man in a gray maintenance uniform.

While everyone else seemed absorbed in conversations, he was alone.

Not awkwardly alone.

Comfortably alone.

The kind of solitude that comes from getting used to being overlooked.

He looked up from his sandwich, studied my face for a second, then motioned toward the empty chair continue reading …