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The cold, flat expanse of the empty driveway mocked Ethan. He felt a surge of heat rush to his face. This was outrageous. He had important appointments. He'd been scrupulously careful about where he parked. He wanted to rage, to scream.

He looked over at the apartment complex across the street. Mr. Lee, a quiet gentleman, lived there. He was a veteran. Ethan recalled how Mr. Lee was always out in the yard, maintaining the building’s flowerbeds. He thought of the war veteran’s quiet determination, the strength he must have needed in his life. The anger within him receded, replaced by a quiet feeling of obligation. Ethan took a slow, deliberate breath. He would focus on doing good today, whatever it took.