Who's counting

People like to touch me. Often co-workers touch my hair as they go by me in the hallway at work. Complete strangers will touch my arm while in line at Wal-Mart. Everyone at church puts their arm around my shoulders and there are always hugs. The kids at the shelter can't get enough of touching me and they are usually chidded by the nun in charge.

I didn't grow up being touched. Far from it. I can remember the first time my mother said she loved me. It was during a crisis moment when she thought her husband (#4) might kill one of us. I was probably twelve years old.

I actually tend to flinch when people look like they are going to touch me. Which is kinda funny since I crave physical contact. The princesses know they can get anything they want with a foot rub or back massage or by brushing my hair, all excuses to be touched, soothed.

That's all, I just found it strange that so many people reach out for me. So far today I've been touched by 3 people. Is everyone touched by people? Maybe you just aren't counting.