I found a crying baby near a trash bin and raised him like a miracle—18 years later, he called my name on stage

My name is Martha. I’m 63 years old, and for most of my life, I’ve worked the night shift as a janitor.

If you’ve ever passed through a rest stop at 2 or 3 in the morning, I’m the person you probably didn’t notice—the woman pushing a mop, emptying trash bins, keeping the lights clean for travelers who are long gone by sunrise.