Clutching his crooked ebony walking stick, a fragile-looking old gentleman
took daily strolls along the shoulder of the winding streets in our
neighborhood. He waved at every oncomer. His rhythmic strides were purposeful,
not pretentious or hasty. I had no clue who this man was, but just the same I
would impulsively wave back.
Often, while I was rushing off to work,...
Original Post: The Christian Science Monitor
