I was in the middle of mopping the cafeteria when a boy strutted up to me and sneered, “You missed a spot, old man,” and dumped his soda right where I’d just cleaned. His friends roared with laughter as I bit my tongue and let it go—no point arguing with a pack of teens. But that night, a knock at my door revealed the boy’s father, his face stern. His first words stopped me cold: “You don’t know it yet, but…”
What he told me next turned my life upside down in a way I never could have imagined.