I almost didn’t go to St. Thomas Hospital last Monday to do volunteer chair massages in the family waiting room. I was very busy, and really didn’t have time. But something made me go…
A woman signed up and got in the chair. She told me that she had been sleeping in the waiting room for days on end because her husband had a heart attack and was in critical care (not uncommon around there, unfortunately.) And when I laid my hands on her… I don’t know if I can explain it… it was like I was touching something in this woman’s soul. I didn’t know her; she could have been a great human being or absolutely awful, ambitious or lazy, dumb or smart… but I truly felt Unconditional Positive Regard for an adult I didn’t know. It’s easy to feel it for cute babies or adorable little kids, but this was IT… the pure, unadulterated thing. I knew I was connected to every part of humanity, and that God was other people. That massage was like a prayer.
Anise