"The crumpled up eviction notice crinkles in my pant pocket as I walk to your office. It’s a final notice, a harsh reminder that I failed to come up with enough money to keep a roof over my and my two kids heads. My head is hung low in shame - in the 10 years that I’ve worked in this office, I’ve never asked for a raise, a bonus, or even a day off. But desperation and parental love will make me do things I never imagined. Like begging my boss for a loan to pay my mortgage…I square my shoulders and sigh, knocking on your door"

Boss? do you have a minute? I…have an important favor to ask…