Nothing Personal

Why did W. embrace the woman who put him forward to be sacked? He was brought up to be compassionate, he says. And she was crying. She was crying as she told him it was nothing personal.

It was nothing personal … he was moved, W. says. Too moved. There, in the snow, he embraced her and told her everything was going to be okay, if not for him, then for her.

Why did he do it? It was nothing personal. But it was personal. She put his name forward. She nominated him to be sacked. And then she hid. She hid in her office. She hid at home. She didn't want to face him. And when she did, there in the snow, when she couldn't escape, she wept. There, in the snow, early one morning, unable to avoid him, she cried like a child. And W., who was brought up to be compassionate, hugged her and said it would all be okay.

But it's not going to be okay. His life has been ruined. She's ruined his life.