I met a friend for dinner this evening. We met after work down at Kits Beach at The Boathouse Restaurant. Jayne and I always have great discussions.
I mentioned that I’d been downtown shopping a couple of weeks ago and I had seen the ‘Free Hug’ people in front of the London Drugs at Granville & Georgia St. I told her how I stood waiting for the light to change, my spirit feeling considerably lighter at the idea of a stranger willing to put their arms around me and share a moment. I told her that I simply opened my arms and was hugged first by the woman and then by the man.
I was surprised she’d never heard of this. It has been in Vancouver for quite some time now.
Just an act of kindness and a moment shared through human touch.
There is something so intrinsically beautiful and simple in this act. As we parted ways and I made my way home through the streets of Vancouver to the North Shore where my daughter lives, I got to thinking about the people that touch our lives on a daily basis.
I thought of the friends I have, the jobs I’ve held and those who have entered my life and left leaving lasting impressions.
I thought of people from my past that I’d tried to please who seemingly caused me to bleed the energy from my soul and wondered why I had given this so freely?
Truth is I wanted, craved, desired, needed the basic interaction of human touch. To feel genuine caring and to feel loved.
I think we all do. And every once in a while getting that ‘Free Hug’ reminds me that I’m not alone and that I do belong to the collective known as the human race.