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Free Hugs

The other day I happened to catch a snippet of a story about a man giving away free hugs.  I think it was for Gay Pride Week or maybe a march or something.

I’m not sure and it doesn’t matter.  His hugs weren’t confined to the gay community.  They were offered to whoever needed one.

I found that gesture to be remarkably compassionate and generous.  He wasn’t afraid, or intimated or judgmental.  He was just a kind man who thought people needed a hug.

I started thinking, “if others would take the time to offer free hugs, wouldn’t this world be a little bit more wonderful?”

Young people could offer free hugs to older people.  Older people who did their jobs raising, caring for, and protecting children but are now ignored, forgotten, or have simply been discarded.  Maybe those young people could bring their children to offer free hugs as well.  Some older people never see, or never even get to know their own grandchildren.

Throughout my earlier life, I had been hugged.  Those hugs should have been meaningful, but they were uncomfortable, obligatory hugs.  They were drunken hugs.  And many of them were guilt-driven hugs.  There was nothing I hated more.

I imagine there’s nothing better than the warmth of a genuine hug.  Many of you know the feeling…but I don’t.




19 thoughts on “Free Hugs

  1. I think it’s really sad that people who never get hugs from parents when small grow up to hate being touched. I used to hug my children as often as I could when they were young (I love giving and receiving hugs even today). Neither of my children ever get in touch today, I have two grandsons who I have never met, one was born in 2000 and I think the other was born around 2002. My son lives closer to me than my daughter but never even texts me to say how he is doing. I had to find out through facebook that he went down to Basingstoke for a wedding (my daughter lives there but he never looked her up either).
    I will keep sending you virtual hugs (no touching so that should be okay) in the hope that you know that some of us really love you.


  2. If we lived nearby we would offer you some genuine hugs and flowers😉I have always encouraged my children to give flowers and hugs to elders, people looking lonely, so they are best buddies with some at the library including the librarians of course, as well as the elder volunteers in the second hand we visit etc. Children are so good at breaking barriers. And it is so important. We do live in a lonely country especially for elders, people having so much to give and to offer to others, also experiences etc to share. So many lost meaningful encounters and exchanges for both young and old. I think of this often, at the same there are borders to overcome, trust to earn etc as well. And the main problem kind of remain, to connect people in a safe and trusted way so it is not only just a few people doing it or being about not finding the people really needing it. What if our kids had a community of elders backing them up, while they helped them out with running errands etc.


    • That’s a wonderful idea. A network of children, helping the elderly. I know that oftentimes, dogs are sent to “old age homes,” to give the elderly a bit of companionship and joy. I don’t know why some children seem to forget everything their parents sacrificed for them. Sigh.

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      • Yes, so far I have seen that they use dogs or cats or even ponies. Another possibility could be to let children who need to practice their reading for ex to sit with an elderly person for an hour or cook eat on their food lesson and then give it away etc, so many possibilities that would be so nice for all involved, and to increase the compassion and respect in youngsters for elders.


  3. I’m sorry you never experienced a genuine hug. Here’s a cyber one all the same. I know the sensation isn’t there, but the compassion is real. I wasn’t hugged a great deal. And due to my childhood baggage, I still am uncomfortable being touched. I’ll tolerate it, but I know that my uncomfortable mindset comes across and the idea is ruined. In their last years, my parents became huggers. Especially my Pops. Nothing unsavory about it, he just started doing it and my mother too. Since they had never done that during my earlier years, it was weird (to me). Sometimes a hug is welcome, sometimes it’s comforting, sometimes it’s a bit weird. I hope you get a really good warm hug sometime and can experience them for yourself!


    • Thank you, but I literally cannot stand to be touched. My son, (when he was drunk) used to hang all over me because he knew how uncomfortable it made me. Then he would go outside and scream, “my mom can’t stand for me to touch her and she never tells me that she loves me. Isn’t she a cunt?” Sigh.


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