The man sits in the same chair in the lobby of the senior apartment building. He seems to be there whether I arrive first thing in the morning or later in the day. For months, I assumed he was awaiting his mail. Then I thought that perhaps he was waiting to greet a visitor, nurse or companion. Recently, I came to understand that he simply waits. For several months, I greeted him with a smile, a wave, and some manner of small talk. Each time, I was met with a disinterested stare. Finally, a month ago, he returned a wave. He wasn't about to over commit with a smile or conversation, but he waved. Two days later, he ventured a smile. Two weeks ago, he spoke. "Thank you for always saying hello." His voice was softer, more gentle than I expected. I met his gaze, wondering if I was pushing my luck. In his eyes I saw the pain of loss, the angst of waiting, the haze of regret, a spark of laughter, a memory of love, a story with no reader. Now, I find myself adding a few minutes to my schedule to visit with him. We haven't formally introduced ourselves. We may remain the man who waits and the woman who waves. Yet, our lives have touched, sending forth a ripple. It is often during the times in which we fear we have little to give that we are reminded of the importance of small gestures. We are reassured that it takes very little time and effort to move the waters of doubt, fear and loneliness. It may be a smile, a touch, an embrace, or a note. It may be letting someone go ahead of you in busy traffic. It may entail helping to carry groceries, weeding a friend's garden, opening the door for someone. Your gesture may barely stir the water, or it may cause a splash. Ultimately, it will move someone else to cast his or her pebble of kindness. Today may love move the waters around you, and may your heart add to the ripples that flow forth.