At the office, there was a quiet man named Paul. The kind you hardly noticed — polite, steady, almost invisible. Every day he ate the same lunch: a plain peanut butter and jelly sandwich wrapped in wax paper. No chips, no drink, nothing fancy. Occasionally, we teased him lightly, the way coworkers do when they think it’s harmless. He’d just smile, shrug, and continue eating.Continue reading…
