![]() ![]() ![]() With nothing to lose, he took it, and went from drinking coffee in a Brooks Brothers suit to serving it in a green uniform. One day as Gill sat in a Manhattan Starbucks with his last affordable luxury-a latté-brooding about his misfortune and quickly dwindling list of options, a 28-year-old Starbucks manager named Crystal Thompson approached him, half joking, to offer him a job. Gill had no money, no health insurance, and no prospects. Around the same time, his girlfriend gave birth to a son. Then, he was diagnosed with a slow-growing brain tumor, prognosis undetermined. Next, an affair ended his twenty-year marriage. By the time he turned sixty, he had lost everything except his Ivy League education and his sense of entitlement. In his fifties, Michael Gates Gill had it all: a big house in the suburbs, a loving family, and a top job at an ad agency with a six-figure salary. ![]()
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