The Waving Man....

The Waving Man...

Many times and many moods I have driven up a particular road to work…

Some days, holding back tears, not knowing how I will go on, how I will continue the life I no longer feel is rewarding or prosperous

The life that I know I need to change but not sure if I have it within myself to do so…

I pass by the waving man, and he smiles ever so broadly, sitting in his small white chair, all times of the morning

Never absent from his old wooden throne, the years showing upon his face, yet his beaming smile encourages me… lifting my spirits as I wave back...

He lives in a simple small white house, and often I see his wife or friends beside him, observing life from the porch, echoing his wave ever so meekly, but never quite matching his heartfelt gesture.

Many days I have traveled this road, unsure of my destiny, conflicted about the choices I have to make, overwhelmed by the responsibilities of my daily life

But this simple wave, given with all of the love from the 'waving man's' heart, gives me the inspiration to continue on, to find peace within my own heart…

The years have passed and I have slowly began to find my own way, and each morning I know that this man will be there to greet the morning, and give a salutation to those that drive by, a friendly 'be well' to those that are fortunate enough to notice him waving them past from his small, simple white porch.

Thank you waving man… for always being there on this life's path… always offering a generous wordless salute that lifts my heart and inspires my confidence… so I may continue on my journey...

Debbie J.