At work, Paul was the quiet one — the guy with the same plain sandwich every day, no drink, no sides, no variety. We joked about it sometimes, thinking he was just unadventurous. When he quit, I helped him clear his desk — and found a bundle of children’s drawings tied with a rubber band. Crayon hearts, stick figures, and little notes like “Thank you Mr. Paul” and “Best sandwich ever.” One picture showed a man handing out sandwiches to a line of kids. I asked him about it later. He smiled and said, “Ever been to the West End Library around six? Come by.”

I did — and that’s when I learned the truth. Every evening, Paul stood by the library with a cooler bag, handing out brown paper lunches to kids who didn’t have dinner waiting at home. The “boring” sandwiches he made at work were practice runs — he made the same ones for the children: peanut butter and jelly, simple and dependable. “No one complains,” he said quietly. “Some say it’s the best part of their day.” It turned out those lunches weren’t routine — they were hope, one meal at a time.

He told me he grew up in foster care and knew what it was like to go hungry. “You remember every night you didn’t eat,” he said. “I just don’t want them to have those memories.” But one week, Paul didn’t show up. The hospital called — he’d collapsed from exhaustion. I was listed as his emergency contact. Even then, he smiled weakly and said, “Did you bring sandwiches?” I promised him I’d keep it going until he was back. Soon, our office joined in — we called it Sandwich Fridays. A small act turned into a movement.

Paul recovered, but he didn’t return to work. Instead, he founded a nonprofit — One Meal Ahead. He said the name came from his foster dad’s words: “You don’t need to solve the world, just stay one meal ahead of the worst day.” Some of those kids are grown now — they still call him “Mr. Sandwich Man.” And every time I see someone quietly doing good, I think of Paul — proof that you don’t need fame or fanfare to make a difference. Sometimes, saving the world looks like a peanut butter sandwich and a smile.