At work, there was this quiet guy named Paul who always brought the same plain sandwich for lunch. No chips, no drink, nothing fancy. We teased him for it sometimes, and he’d just smile without saying much. When he quit, I offered to help him clean out his desk — and that’s when I found the stack of children’s drawings in his drawer. They were tied together with a rubber band — hearts, stick figures, and messages like “Thank you Mr. Paul.” One drawing showed a sandwich and a man handing it to other stick figures lined up beside him....
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