One thing I miss with this covid is hugs, tight, honest, friendly, loving hugs.  

For few months have been sailing in a rough sea. Its been hard I can’t describe it. 

I hug is next thing that would just calm the stomp. Just one tight hug would have pulled me out of the dark darkness I was in and I believe Jesús, one who calmed the sea did come and do that.

I was seated at the back seat of the Church, swimming and sailing in my own ocean. My face not wanting to look up because of the way i was feeling.

Then out of nowhere I heard manly hands on my two shoulder, they massaged me gently then, whoever it was he drew his head down and wispered goodmorning. I tried lifting my hand to hug back but I couldn’t, tears flew from my eyes like a punchered city water pipe.

He didn’t see me cry since he was behind me, Deacon Stive one of my Jamaican dad. After I finished weaping I rose up for mass was beginning and I didn’t feel the way I was again. It was that hug I needs and I was healed. Nice father hug just made all things calm and I sailed for the rest of the week peacefully.

“He was so kind to me, he didn’t know. He didn’t need to know how much kindness he was giving me. I was hurt, so wounded, and suffering, and his kindness soothed me. He didn’t even know he was doing it. His kindness was as naturally a part of his as his eyes and hands were. His beautiful kindness drew me out of my sadness.”

That silent hug was full of straight message, I care son, I love you son be strong.