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depotguy's blog post - huh
| Tuesday, September 1, 2009, 4:02:29 AM |
I just read JL's blog about hugging. I commented thaat it made me sad in a strange way. I think I know what she means but I think we sometimes read too much into what is a really an uncomplicated act. I saw a co-worker today who lost his 5 day old baby girl last week and I didn't have words. I just reached out and hugged him. And now, here I am wondering if that made him feel worse. It was completly instinctual for me. I guess I am a hugger. I think for me a quick hug is a nice way to remind myself that the socially induced "bubble" of personal space needs to continue to be broken down. We keep getting farther and farther from each other. We have all these fears of germs. I say Bring them on! I remember one of Garrison Keillor's tales from Lake Wobegon on the Prarie Home Companion radio show that really touched me. The pastor from the local (lutheran of course) church was visiting one of the elderly norwegian bachelor farmers. The farmer was at the center of a local ruckus because of the old cars littering his yard. As the pastor got up to leave he reached out to hug the old farmer. The old farmer started to cry and the pastor asked him what was wrong. The old farmer said that he as crying because he couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched him. That made me real sad. I guess you could put me down in the pro-hug catagory. |
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