He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

now. They’re saying you didn’t just hold the company together. You WERE the company.

I typed back: Take care of yourself. It’s not your burden anymore. Then I powered off my phone.

For the first time in nine years, silence wasn’t something I feared. It was something I chose. And as I stepped into the evening light, I finally understood: being fired didn’t continue reading …