The Sandwich Mans Secret!

At work, there was this quiet guy named Paul. He always ate the same plain sandwich for lunch — no chips, no drink, no variety. Just two slices of bread and whatever he put between them. We used to joke about it behind his back, calling him “The Sandwich Man.” He never got upset. He’d just smile, nod, and go back to eating quietly at his desk. When Paul quit one Friday afternoon, I offered to help him clear out his things. He didn’t have much — a few pens, a notebook, a small plant. But as I opened one of his drawers, I found a neat stack of children’s drawings tied with a rubber band. Crayon hearts, stick figures,…