He was once the proud man standing in the clouds, in charge of a business empire, deciding everything with one word, and everyone bowed to him. Once he fell from the altar and was imprisoned, he went from a high-ranking person in power to the most inconspicuous low-level prisoner within the four walls.
In the past, we wore suits and leather shoes, but now we wear prison clothes; in the past, we were surrounded by people, but now we are isolated and helpless. The humiliation, beatings, difficulties, and cold looks in prison hit him day after day. The dirty work and endless grinding crushed his former dignity and pride to pieces.
But he allowed fists to fall on him, taunts poured into his ears, and his dignity was trampled on repeatedly. He always straightened his spine, never changed his name, never begged for mercy, never bowed his head, and never compromised.
No one knows that he endured all the suffering not because of stubbornness or unwillingness, but because of the two words in his heart - atonement.
