Excuse me, sir. I'm here for the kitchen assistant position.
You, sir, we need someone younger.
I understand. I used to be a head chef. I'm not asking for a
big salary.
I just need a chance
to work. Honestly, I don't think you can handle this job. Then let me prove you
wrong.
Just give me five minutes. Let him try. Experience matters,
too.
Who allowed him
inside? He asked for an interview, sir. This isn't a charity centre. Look at him.
He can barely stand. But he deserves a chance. If you keep defending him... You'll deserve to be unemployed, too.
Wait. Where did you
get that medal? A young man gave it to
me 20 years ago. What young man? He had nothing.
I found him hungry
outside my restaurant. I gave him food and all the money I had. 20 years ago? Yes.
That young man was
me. When I had nothing, you saved my life. I promised I would find you one day.
The man who once
saved my life, simply because of his age and appearance. Sir, I didn't know who he was. That's exactly the problem.
You shouldn't have to
know one's identity to treat them with respect. You're fired. And you, you stood up for
him when you had nothing to gain.
Starting today,
you're our new manager. And you don't
need to apply for a kitchen assistant job anymore. I want you to lead our culinary training
program.
I don't know what to
say. Just say yes. NEVER JUDGE SOMEONE BASED ON THEIR AGE, CLOTHING, OR SOCIAL STATUS.