It was a cold winter’s day. The parking lot to the office was filling up quickly. As a secretary got out of her car she noticed that a group of people, who had come to be interviewed for a job, were whispering among themselves as they stared at a man laying up against the wall, outside the building. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds, and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet, and with holes in them that his toes stuck out.
The secretary assumed that the man was homeless, and asleep, so she walked by and through the doors of the office. She took the names of those being interviewed, led them into a waiting room and waited for the employer.
It wasn’t long before someone brought up the man laying outside. As people