“To those who believed in second chances — I remember you.
And to those who shut doors — I remember you, too.”
No anger. No accusation. Just quiet strength.
Had I been one of those who shut a door?
For me, that zoning complaint was just another file in a stack of hundreds. For him, it might have been the end of a dream.
The Meeting
A week later, I attended his public meet-and-greet, hoping for the chance to say something — anything.
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