My Father Fired Me Because His Biological Son Wanted My Job — Karma Didn’t Let It Slide
You know how life has this way of coming full circle? That’s exactly what happened to me. I grew up working in my stepdad’s construction company. I was just fifteen when I started, doing the simplest jobs—filing papers, cleaning his office—but gradually, as I got older, he put more and more responsibility on me. Not because I wanted it, but because I had no choice. He had one rule, and he stuck to it like glue. “If you want to live under my roof, Sheldon,” he said, “you earn it.