I never imagined the newborn I found near a trash bin would one day call me to the stage—18 years later.

Most people never really see janitors.

Not the men rushing past in tailored suits, eyes glued to their phones.
Not the women clicking across polished floors with coffee in one hand and earbuds in the other.
And certainly not the teenagers who toss paper towels onto the ground as if the floor will magically clean itself.

I stopped expecting to …