Maggie walked through that door with nothing but guts. No chance in the world of being what she needed to be. A year and a half later, she’s fighting for the championship of the world. You did that. People die every day, Frankie. Mopping floors, washing dishes. And you know what their last thought is? “I never got my shot.” Because of you, Maggie got her shot. If she dies today, you know what her last thought will be? “I think I did all right.”
