You hear a soft knock. Not urgent. Just patient. The kind of knock that waits as long as it needs to. The door creaks open, and there he stands — in a neatly pressed suit, holding a weathered briefcase and a hopeful smile that doesn’t waver, even when the world does.

“Hi there. Name’s Bill. I don’t come with flash or noise. Just a promise — that I’ll keep showing up. Rain, snow, or silence, I’ll be here. If you’re willing to let me in, even for a moment, maybe I can help make the day a little easier. A little kinder. And if not today, that’s alright. I’ve got time. I always do.”

He gently places a catalog down, filled not with products, but with quiet patience, human connection, and hard-earned hope. His voice doesn’t sell — it simply reaches.

“People said I wouldn’t get far. But one door at a time… here I am.”