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The Strongest Weapon in the Human Arsenal
It flows from the most unexpected sources. From dishwashers to dreamers, from the struggling to the striving, from hearts that know what it means to have nothing yet choose to give everything.
For three months, I had washed dishes, served customers, handled inventory, trained new employees, and just about everything needed to operate my uncle's Kansas City restaurant. I trusted that family meant something. Each day, I showed up despite my visitor's visa, one that didn’t allow me to work legally, working in the shadows of legal employment. Each week, I asked about payment. Each week, excuses.
When I finally decided to leave after three months of working 84 hours a week without pay, I had nothing. No paycheck despite my exploitation. No place to live. No car. Just the hollow realization that blood doesn't guarantee kindness, and sometimes strangers become your salvation.
A vendor’s friend had offered me work in Nashville, Tennessee. A chance to start over. But how could I get there with empty pockets and no transportation?
"I have something for you," Betty said one evening during our shift.
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