I BOUGHT A JANITOR NEW BOOTS, THAT NIGHT, HE KNOCKED ON MY DOOR AND CHANGED MY LIFE FOREVER
I believed I was doing something easy. Quiet, gentle, perhaps even forgettable. I had no concept that a single, insignificant choice would immediately draw me into a narrative I was unaware I was a part of. I’ve been a second-grade teacher long enough to know that most days have the same rhythm: noisy corridors, small…