The Full Circle
I was sorting through emails on a quiet Sunday morning when a name from the past appeared in my inbox: Miguel.
Three years to the day after Midwest Mutual had shown me the door, the very same cleaning staff member who’d found Becca’s phone and helped expose her scheme was reaching out. His message was simple but heartbreaking.
After seven years of loyal service, Miguel had been laid off in what the company called a ‘strategic restructuring.
‘ Despite his work ethic and reliability, he couldn’t find another position—too many employers wanted younger faces or fancier degrees. ‘I remember how you rebuilt your life, Ms. Cathy,’ he wrote. ‘I hope it’s not inappropriate to ask for advice.
‘ I didn’t just offer advice—I offered him a job on the spot. ‘We need someone to manage our supply chain across both locations,’ I told him when he came in for coffee the next day.
His eyes widened, then filled with tears. ‘But I don’t have experience in—’ I cut him off with a wave of my hand. ‘You have something better: integrity.
‘ Watching Miguel transform from hesitant to confident over the following weeks reminded me of my own journey.
He streamlined our ordering system, negotiated better prices with vendors, and even discovered a local honey supplier that became our customers’ new obsession. ‘You saved me,’ he told me one evening as we closed up. I shook my head. ‘No, Miguel.
You saved yourself—just like I did. I just opened the door.’ What I didn’t tell him was how his presence served as a daily reminder that sometimes, the universe has a way of bringing things full circle in the most unexpected ways.