I was dismissed by the café management for giving food to a homeless man that I had purchased with my own money, but I had no idea what would happen to me the following day 
I have many years of experience working at this café. The work is challenging, but I persevere since many people nowadays want to at least a basic, steady employment. I constantly make an effort to assist individuals in need because I have been in need of such assistance myself.
I saw a man seated near the café’s entrance a few days ago. He sat silently, leaning on a crutch, and gazed at the ground without making an adamant plea or offering his hand. People passed him by as though he didn’t exist. It was clear that he hadn’t eaten in a while, which made my heart sink.
I was about to dash to the store to purchase him some food, but the manager stopped me right away:
“You are not allowed to leave your post during working hours. You will be fired if I witness it once more.
I wasn’t going to give up, though. I used my own money to purchase bread during my lunch break, stepped outside, and gave it to the homeless man. He gazed at me as though I had given him everything. He shook as he thanked me, stating that he hadn’t eaten since the previous day.
However, the manager showed up in the doorway at that very time. He regarded us as though I had broken the law.
As soon as I returned inside, he yelled:
“You’ve been fired.”
“For what purpose?” I questioned incredulously.
“For providing food for the homeless at our expense.”
However, I bought that bread! I had the money.
“I’m not interested. You are bringing shame to the café. Feeding vagrants is not required of us. Gather your belongings.
With a broken heart, I departed. I just wanted to be human and help, even if it hurt.
However, what transpired the following day was truly unexpected 
The same manager called me at about eight in the morning the following day. His voice sounded so different—anxious—that I assumed he was trying to give me my last payday.
He said, “Come to the café right away.” “We must speak. It’s crucial.
He greeted me without conceit when I got there. It was the first time he appeared uneasy.
He started by saying, “Someone tried to rob our café last night.” “The window was broken by them. However, that homeless man—I’m sorry, the one you fed— He was close by, heard the commotion, apprehended the robbers, contacted the police, and remained here until the next morning, when we arrived. He said, “You are the only person who has ever treated me like a human being,” the manager moaned. And he pleaded with us to return you.
He silently added as he gave me my name badge:
“You can return if you’d like.”
I was shocked as I stood there. And I realized then that goodness does, in fact, come back. Not always right away, and not always from the individuals you anticipate… However, it always comes back.
