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

The day ended as it always did—with Miguel locking the back doors, sweeping a hallway, picking up a stray granola bar wrapper. The difference was in the way people smiled at him. In the nods he received. They weren’t rushed or absentminded anymore. They lingered. As if saying, We get it now. We really do.