After a restless night, Peter rose early the next morning and headed to work. When he arrived at his office, the only other person there was the janitor. Although they had only exchanged brief conversations over the years, Peter had always respected his dedication and hard work.
That morning, the janitor could tell something was bothering Peter and paused his work to ask, “Sir, what’s wrong?” Peter, looking defeated, asked the janitor, “Do you have kids?” A warm smile spread across the janitor’s face as he replied, “Yes, sir. I have a son. He means everything to me, and I couldn’t be prouder of him.”