I usually leave the house on Sunday mornings by 9:15 AM. At the end of my street, I always meet an older man, standing on the side of the road, waiting for his ride to church. He always is in a suit and stands very dignified while he waits.
The first few weeks, I really didn't pay attention to the pattern. My head is full of what I am going to teach in Sunday School and trying to make sense of the running list in my head.
But one Sunday, I waved. I think he was so surprised, he just stared after my car as I headed up the road. And then I waved the next Sunday, and the next. And then he started to wave back.
Now my Sunday morning isn't complete unless we wave.
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