I walked into the room and sat down at the table by myself and waited.  I was a little nervous.  He walked in and sat next to me, put out his hand and said hello with every bit of him.   

I was leaving the grocery store and the package I carried slipped from my hands and as I bent to pick up the spilled contents.  Two hands appeared and began to help me.  I looked up in surprise and he smiled at me.

We had played together as children.  She lived across the street and I remembered that smile.  She sent a card when my wife died.