A proper, comforting hug can make the world look like a better place again.
Often, the people who appear the strongest and most independent are the ones in desperate need of a hug. They’re the ones who told themselves that they have to be strong for someone else’s sake, or because they believe that wanting comfort is a sign of weakness.
Sometimes, though, it’s that little bit of human contact in a world governed by computers, that makes all the difference. That touch that says “I’m here” and “You’re not alone in this” and “I care.”
A proper hug, not just a fleeting one, but a bear hug from which you don’t want to let go again, can heal the mind so much. Just knowing someone is there and taking care and taking charge for a minute, allowing you to lean into the support and share whatever load is on your shoulders, can help a person get through tricky situations.
We don’t hug enough. Maybe we’re even starved for touch in that way. The Free Hugs movement is such a success because suddenly hugs are ok. A stranger is willing to give you a hug if you want it as well. That’s more affection than some people get from family members.
Think about it. Have you seen someone who looks strong but with that sort of sadness in their eyes that means something is not right at all? Hug them. They will be forever grateful.
Everybody in town knew him. Well, they knew of him, but nobody had ever stopped to ask his name, except for the police officers who tried to move him along from his spot every night.
He was a young man, in his mid-twenties tall and dark-haired, but nobody ever noticed as he sat there cross-legged and with a beanie keeping his ears warm. His name was Parker, and he had been living on the street since his dad had kicked him out of the house in a drunken rage two years beforehand.
Suddenly, he had found himself away from his abusive father but with nowhere else to go. With no family left to take him in, no money to speak of and with his friends away at university in other places, he had found himself without a roof over his head. After weeks in doorways, tunnels, and parks, he had finally stumbled into the citadel archway. He had claimed a prominent spot, where locals and tourists alike had to walk past on the way from the bus stop to the High Street. Continue reading Two strangers and a pizza – Young and Homeless→
It is now February 20, 2015 and that means that 1.000 Voices Speak for Compassion is live all over the internet. This is Voice No. 774 checking in!
More than 1.000 bloggers take to the web today to flood it with messages and stories of love and compassion, to counteract the negativity in this world and the amount of bullying and hate we encounter online on a daily basis.
You will be able to find our stories through the hashtag #1000Speak and through link lists on our host blog.
Throughout the day, I will be sharing posts with you and I’m hoping you’ll join me and 1.000 other voices.
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