Dignity
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 Jay Crownover

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He pulled me out of the elevator and guided me to the parking lot where the sun was shining bright.
That’s right . . . there was light.
The sun found its way through the clouds, fought its way through the fog and murky pollution. There was always a chance for something new to grow, for change and opportunity, as long as you never stopped trying to break through. All it took was the smallest hole, the littlest weakness for warmth and brightness to find their way inside.