The Paradox of Humility

For years, every morning at five a.m. my mother-in-law, Rena Canipe, would crawl out of bed and awaken her husband Clyde. Donning track suits, they would climb into their old Volkswagen bus and head to the mall near their home in Lake Park, Florida. There they’d meet a grocery store manager who was waiting for them with day-old food that was ready for the trash.

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