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”

For several minutes we simply ate in silence while sunlight spilled through the window beside us.

Oddly enough, it was the first moment all day that I felt calm.

At the end of lunch, he folded the paper from his sandwich, stood up, and headed back toward the hallway pushing a janitor’s cart.

I watched him leave.

Something about him stayed with me.

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