On his first day he arrived angry at everyone, carrying his resentment like a briefcase.

A month later he was unloading pallets alongside the other workers when a coworker laughed and called out, “Hey, Mr.

College Degree — everybody sweats the same in here.” And Andrew, despite himself, smiled, because it was true.

Slowly, without meaning to, he began learning the thing his family had never taught him: that working in a warehouse did not diminish a person’s dignity.

Humiliating someone did.