Not every hero wears a cape — some wear boots covered in earth. We rise before dawn, working as the world still dreams. The calluses on our hands hold stories few will ever know — stories of faith sown with every seed, and harvests that fill countless tables. Many pass us by without a second thought, never realizing their meals are born from our quiet labor. We don’t seek praise — only respect. If you don’t judge the sun on our skin or the soil on our hands, a simple “hello” means the world to us. Because every greeting reminds us that what we do helps keep the world alive.