After providing first aid to a homeless and filthy man, I was fired from my job; nevertheless, a few days later, I discovered something very unexpected 
For many years, I had been employed as a nurse at a city hospital. Dozens of patients, rigorous procedures, never-ending instructions, and inflexible rules—all of this happens every day. I believed I was infallible and could remain composed at all times. However, fate chose to put me to the test one day.
A man showed up in the hallway that day. He had a large beard, tangled hair, ripped, dirty clothes, and an offensive odor that turned people away. His eyes were filled with pain and misery.
“A man who is homeless…” With my heart tense, I thought.
We were not permitted to admit anyone without identity, per the regulations. However, he was trembling, gripping his chest, and could hardly stand. “It hurts… it hurts so much…,” he whimpered.
I couldn’t simply leave. My entire being cried out that I had no excuse for ignoring him. I helped him sit down, took his blood pressure, gave him an injection, and gave him oxygen—all against hospital regulation. The color returned to his face, and his breathing became steady. He gave me a silent thank you and walked away without saying anything.
I returned to my work, but shortly after, I received a call to the chief physician’s office.
“You broke the rules,” he stated icily. “You’ve been fired.”
I made an ineffective attempt to explain myself. I felt utterly empty when I left the office after signing the paperwork.
However, a few days later, an unforeseen event occurred 
A few days later, I saw a familiar face standing close to the door of my building as I was making my way home in the evening.
The same “man without a home.” However, he appeared very different this time, sporting a spotless suit, a pricey watch, and well-groomed hair. I froze in disbelief.
“You… it’s you?” I muttered.
He grinned.
Indeed. I was in shock after my accident that day and hardly recalled anything. I appeared like that and I didn’t have my documents with me. However, you saved my life.
As it happened, he was a millionaire and the owner of a sizable business. He discovered I had been fired when he later visited the hospital to express his gratitude. Thus, he made the decision to locate me directly.
He remarked, “I respect people who act from the heart, not just by the book.” “Are you interested in working for me? as my personal nurse. The pay and working circumstances will be better than you could have ever imagined.
That’s how I moved from being a humiliated, sacked employee to a highly powerful man’s personal assistant and nurse.
I was dismissed by fate, but I was also given a fresh start and a valuable lesson: as long as you are still human, generosity is never wasted.
