~ Leo Buscaglia
Although it's
been decades, I can still remember the feel of my grandfather's hand as he held
mine while we walked through a parking lot.
I felt happy and safe. I was
reminded of that recently when I visited a friend at the hospital. We were very glad to see each other and I
spent a few minutes talking with her. As
we sat, we held hands and I marveled at the peace that I felt. I was so happy to sit there, to talk and
laugh with her, and to have her hold my hand.
Other than our significant others and our children, most of us rarely
hold hands with other adults. But what a
powerful connection and what great comfort there is when someone holds our hand
-- and our heart.
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