ed face etched with sorrow. He was the foreman at my father' s seafood company,

tears. "I just heard about your folks. I am so,

essman Ethan Lester standing in the hall behin

en, as Mr. Henderson continued, his w

the market crashed and the business almost went under... we were all about to lose our j

irst campaign. He came to me and said, 'Henry, that boy is special. He's got a fire in him. He deser

d the color drain from his face. The story he' d told himself for years-the one where he was

rieving face to mine. He saw no triumph i

d closing with no sound coming out. The power

otice the tension. "I'm sorry, mi

said softly. "Thank you

han just stood there, staring at the spot where the old f