Tariq Johnson was only 13 years old, but today, he felt older proud, even. He had his very first paycheck in hand, written in his name. It wasn’t a huge amount just $150 but to him, it felt like a million dollars. He had earned it by helping out part-time at his father’s tech firm over the summer organizing wires, sorting parts, cleaning desktops, and learning to troubleshoot simple things. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was his.
Wearing his cleanest jeans, a freshly ironed polo shirt, and his favorite sneakers, Tariq walked into the towering glass building of Crest View National Bank. He had never been inside a bank alone before, but he walked in with his head held high, check in hand, and a quiet smile on his face.
The lobby smelled like lemon-scented polish. Everything gleamed. Marble floors, glossy counters, large potted plants placed perfectly. A few people glanced at him, then looked away. He waited in line, gripping his check and a small envelope that held his student ID and a utility bill just like his…….Read Full Story Here…..…………………
