After I quit my job of six years to find better health insurance for my children, my furious boss, Dale Heckert, dumped 91,500 dirty, oil-covered pennies across my driveway. He taped my final paycheck to an empty bucket and mocked me, saying, “Paid in full. Count it.” My eight-year-old son, Noah, and five-year-old daughter, Lily, witnessed the humiliation. Instead of retaliating, we began washing the pennies together. When Noah suggested using the money to help a classmate who couldn’t afford school lunches, I discovered that 23 second-graders owed $908.40 in lunch debts. Our pennies totaled $915, and suddenly, we had a purpose. …. Continue Reading 🔽