I was 16 years old when I had my first job in a fast food chain. I was starting from scratch and supporting myself. I was very hungry and stole one hamburger during closing time. It was an extra food in the inventory.

The next day, the store manager found out about the missing hamburger. He said, I was the only staff who was capable of stealing. I looked very different then and I was skinny. I confessed to him and he said he would just deduct the payment from my salary and not fire me.

He didn't stop. He posted a photo of me on the bulletin board so every staff would see my stealing spree. He humiliated me and the next thing I knew, I got fired. When I received my salary one month later, the hamburger was deducted.

Thirteen years later, in 2016, a friend of mine miracuously bumped into our former manager in the same restaurant. She told me Mr. Weber still works in the same place. I'm not a vengeful type of person, I find it a waste of time and energy. But Mr. Weber was an exception.

I walked inside the restaurant and ordered ten happy meals. I received the food and asked if the manager was around and I came up with an excuse that I would inquire about a kiddie party for my nephew.

Mr. Weber and I talked inside his office. He was older and going bald. We shook hands and smiled. He started writing on a piece of paper, "That's a lot of happy meals you bought. Thank you" he said.

"How many staff do you have today?" I asked.

"Thirteen, including me" he answered. The jerk included himself. I ordered three additional happy meals and he instructed a staff.

Mr. Weber was smiling a lot and continued explaining the kiddie party packages. I interrupted him and said, "I don't need the happy meals. They're for the crew and consider the thirteen happy meals as my payment for a piece of hamburger that I stole. You don't remember me?”

He was baffled and said “I do remember you now” his voice cracks and asked “where are you now?” I replied, “I work as a diplomatic service officer for FCO.”