Hugs

I’ve been thinking a lot about hugs lately. A month ago or so, Dad stopped by to visit me. We talked for a while over coffee. I confessed that I was upset and worried. He hugged me before he left. I immediately felt better. He didn’t change the reason I was blue (pun intended) – he just made sure I know he cared and that he’s there for me.

Obviously, I hugged my dad countless times in my life. However, first hugs with new friends are always somewhat embarrassing. I often hug people using only my left hand, because it’s too difficult to move the right one. It takes a moment for everyone to realize how this is going to work and make sure I don’t lose my balance. But whenever someone makes the effort to do so, I know they care.