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My finger hovers over the first name, and despite everything, I smile.
Marcus Chen.
Twenty years ago, Marcus was a young father whose world had just collapsed. His wife had walked out on him and their infant daughter, leaving him with crushing debt, a baby he had no idea how to care for, and the kind of despair that makes people do desperate things. I was his neighbor in our apartment building. I watched his baby girl while he worked double shifts at a warehouse, never asking for payment because I could see he didn’t have it. I made extra when I cooked dinner and brought it over in plastic containers. I gave him grocery store gift cards when I could scrape together a few extra dollars, told him he could return the favor someday when things got better. I told him over and over that he wasn’t finished, that he could rebuild, that his daughter needed him to survive and then to thrive.
