I used to work at a Christian card store.
I am Jewish.
I started work there when I was fifteen, and only really stopped working there after last Christmas. After four years there, I thought I was done. However, when a coworker died last wednesday, I felt obligated to step in and help out for a few days.
I went to the store today to check things out. Nothing had changed.
But I have.
I will have my first day back this Monday.