At 25, I watched my mom, Cathy — “the Cookie Lady” — get fired from Beller’s Bakery for giving leftover muffins and
bread to a homeless veteran. Her new manager, Derek, called it “theft.” She came home with flour on her apron,
hiding tears. “I have more good in me than he has power,” she said. I carried that moment for a decade.
I later founded a food-tech company partnering with bakeries to donate surplus food to shelters. While hiring an operations manager,
I saw Derek’s name. His resume showed short-term jobs since Beller’s. He didn’t recognize me. During the interview, he bragged about
firing “an older woman” for giving away baked goods. I told him, “That older woman was my mother.” His smirk disappeared
. “No job here,” I said, “but the shelter could use someone who knows day-old muffins.” He left without a word.
I called Mom. She laughed, then grew quiet. “You didn’t do it for me,” she said. “You did it for the kid who saw his mom come home in tears.” She was right —
but I also did it because she’d built something better. Now she runs our outreach team, still handing out bread with that same gentle smile.
