Chapter 9 - Leo Was More Than His Worst Night
I said no.
At least initially.
I refused to let Leo become a tragic photograph.
Maya understood.
Then she asked me a question.
“What do you want people to remember about him?”
I looked at the photographs on our office wall.
Leo laughing at twelve.
Leo holding a fish.
Leo and Susan making pancakes.
Leo graduating.
Leo asleep beside our old dog.
Not his final night.
His life.
So I called the foundation.
“We tell the whole story or nothing.”
They agreed.
Our campaign would not focus on how Leo died.
It focused on how he lived.
His kindness.
His humor.
His ridiculous obsession with hot sauce.
His four hundred applications.
His Ladder idea.
His belief that people needed bridges, not lectures.
The campaign launched.
Donations arrived.
Businesses joined.
Counselors volunteered.
Career coaches offered hours.
The Ladder Project expanded into three counties.
And then I received a letter from the manufacturing plant.
After thirty-four years, my position was being eliminated.
For the first time since I was eighteen, I was unemployed.
I stared at that letter and laughed.
Life had one final lesson for Jack Mercer.
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Now I was the man sending résumés into silence.
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