At a terminal in Chicago, a poor woman begged Michael Jordan for only $1.
However, as he opened his mouth to respond, an unexpected event occurred.
Please, sir.
Only one dollar.
Like a scream for assistance, the shaky voice broke through the thunderous roar of Chicago’s bus station.
There stood Taylor Winslow, dressed in a tattered ensemble, her disheveled hair showing through a shabby hat.Her hands were shaking from pure desperation, not the cold.
Michael Jordan halted.Not a leisurely tempo, not a courteous apologies.
He came to a complete stop.
The terminal still showed him executives yelling on phones, the smell of diesel and cheap coffee, and flashing electronic ads.
However, the air changed at that very instant.
Jordan completely turned, his eyes meeting Taylor’s.
It wasn’t sympathy.
It wasn’t irritation.
It had been months since she had seen it.
Someone who genuinely sees her as a human being.
He said, “What’s your name?”
Astonished, Taylor blinked.
Nobody inquired about her name.
Celebrities threw money, fled, or just acted as though she didn’t exist.
Then she stumbled, “Taylor.”
“Winslow, Taylor.”
“Taylor, how long have you been homeless?”
The question struck like a hammer.
He had spoken her name with dignity and respect.
“Eight months,” she muttered, tears starting to form.
because I lost everything.What were you doing before?
Taylor paused.
It was always the most painful part.
She turned away from him and whispered, I was a nurse.
12 years in Northwestern Memorial’s intensive care unit.
I saved lives.
For what seemed like an eternity, Jordan remained silent.
all around them.
Individuals started to stutter and several had already taken out their phones.There was a crowd.
“What went wrong?” he inquired softly.
Now the tears came more forcefully.
“I experienced a breakdown.
During the epidemic, I lost far too many patients.
“I couldn’t anymore,” she said, her voice breaking.
She pointed to what was left of her life and said, “I lost my job, then my apartment, then.”
Is your nursing license still valid?
Jordan finally inquired.
Taylor was taken aback by the inquiry. When she told her story, the majority of people concentrated on the awful details—the fall and the collapse.
No one ever asked what she was qualified for now, what she might still be able to do.
“Yes,” she said with a quick nod, and for the first time during their chat, a small glimmer of pride appeared in her eyes.
It remains in effect for a further six months.
Every time I had access to a computer at a public library, I continued to take online continuing education classes.
Why?
Jordan inquired with real interest.Taylor gave it some thought.
Because I still want to go back eventually.
I did more than just work as a nurse.
It was my identity.
Even if no one can see it at the moment, it still represents who I am.
Now, though, who would employ someone like me?
She added hastily, indicating her dirty clothes and unkempt appearance.
They would know something is amiss just by looking at me, even if I were to get an interview.
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