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DROP A PEBBLE IN THE WATER, JUST A SPLASH, AND IT IS GONE; BUT THERE'S HALF A HUNDRED RIPPLES CIRCLING ON AND ON AND ON. SPREADING, SPREADING FROM THE CENTER, FLOWING ON OUT TO THE SEA. AND THERE IS NO WAY OF TELLING WHERE THE END IS GOING TO BE. DROP A WORD OF CHEER AND KINDNESS, JUST A FLASH AND IT IS GONE, BUT THERE'S HALF A HUNDRED RIPPLES CIRCLING ON AND, ON AND, ON. BEARING HOPE AND ,JOY AND, COMFORT ON EACH SPLASHING, DASHING WAVE, TILL YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE THE VOLUME, OF THE ONE KIND WORD YOU GAVE. DROP A WORD OF CHEER, AND KINDNESS, IN A MINUTE YOU FORGET; BUT THERE'S GLADNESS STILL A SWELLING, AND THERE'S JOY A CIRCLING YET. AND YOU'VE ROLLED A WAVE OF COMFORT WHOSE SWEET MUSIC CAN BE HEARD, OVER MILES AND MILES OF WATER JUST BY DROPPING ONE KIND WORD. BY James W. Foley