If my job title disappeared tomorrow, would I disappear with it? Most of us don’t ask this question. Not because it’s irrelevant — but because it’s dangerous. It destabilizes carefully constructed identities. It threatens the scaffolding on which our self-worth quietly rests. So we stay busy. We stay important. We stay titled.

What if one person, armed with unimpeachable integrity, relentless will, and a deep, abiding love for his city, was given the power to heal it? What would that look like?