I almost burned a whole batch of sourdough today. Normally, I’d be ready to toss everything and start over, but Greg’s voice in my head said, “Scrape it, Tony. It’s still good.” He was right. The loaves were salvageable. Funny how, even now, he’s teaching me patience. Not just with bread—with myself. The bakery isn’t just a place. It’s a reminder that some things, and some people, are worth saving, even when they feel a little charred.