One woman leaned toward another and said, not quietly enough, “Career Day sure has changed.”
The kids heard it.
I heard it.
Maribel heard it too.
And something in me that had been tired for a long time finally stood up straight.
I adjusted the microphone and looked out at all those faces.
“I know what some of you are thinking,” I said. “You’re thinking, ‘What can a trash collector teach children about success?’”
The gym went still.
No one coughed.
No one shuffled papers.
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