Janitor Finds Gym Floor Filled With Umbrellas, Then Reads the Note Left for Him

Someone handed him a plaque. Another gave him a folded umbrella—yellow, just like the one from the gym. Miguel thanked them quietly, one hand on his heart. He wasn’t used to the spotlight. Never needed it. But standing there, he felt something he didn’t know he’d been missing: to be seen, not just watched.