Touch and Positive Psychology
/I knew love before I took my first breath in this life. I am told that my father could not wait to meet me. One of my first memories is walking with my dad, him holding my hand. Little did I know that this large, white, small-town soldier walking through the streets in a northwestern town in the United States at the end of the Vietnam War received disrespectful comments and disgusted stares because he held the hand of a “chink” child. I did not know this because I felt love and safety through the hand of my dad. The world was full of wonder, and I was wonderful. His touch told me so.
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