Good morning World.
I came from my 30th High School Reunion. A long time passed even though only 5 years from last time.
As I looked at the crowd, I wish I could have scratched some surfaces and seen how the insides of their souls were. Yet I did the best to make an impact on their lives by smiling and being friendly.
Being a little awkward too. But I heard from a few that was their experience also.
I guess we all have those awkward moments. And to make a ripple, a pebble does have to fall from the hand of the thrower and go at an arc of some distance and then skip across the surface of the pond until it falls beneath the surface of the water and disappears from sight.
Its ripples from above mark the surface of the water with an ever widening arc.
And then may reappear years later into another hand
To make that same journey.
Not knowing its impact.
Only maybe seeing how a life was changed.
To take on a new arc.
A new path.
A smile to warm the soul.
A tingle of excitement within the body.
Remember not to give up hope as one travels through life.