I asked for five urgent days off because my son was in the ICU. My boss refused, saying, “You need to separate work from private life.” So the next morning, after barely sleeping, I walked into the office pushing my son’s hospital bed—IVs, monitors, and a nurse beside me. Everything went silent.
I parked the bed in front of my boss’s office and said, “You told me to separate work and private life. So I brought both. Let’s work.”
I opened my laptop and typed with one hand while holding my son’s with the other.
Within minutes, my boss called me in, shaken. I told him the truth: the next 72 hours would determine if my son survived. I wasn’t choosing between a meeting and my child—I would do both if I had to.
