I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

clogs squeaking against wet pavement. Cars whizzed past, splashing dirty water onto her legs. She clutched a small cardboard box—Alcott had “graciously” allowed her to pack a photo of her dog, a coffee mug, and spare socks.

The anger faded as she walked, replaced by crushing fear. How would she pay rent? Who would hire a nurse fired for insubordination?continue reading …