It was 4pm and I finished packing my presentation after running a full day of professional development for teachers. I taught a group of 40 teachers the importance of touch and planting good and happy seeds in their students’ minds.
As I packed, everyone came to give me a hug. I was pumped and very happy. I was having a good day. An older teacher, who had not spoken much throughout the day, talked to other teachers and smiled to me every time she passed next to me, but did not give me a hug. She was the only one who did not hug me at the end of the day. I tried to tell myself that convincing 39 people we all need 12 hugs a day was good enough, even if I have missed one person. After a long day on my feet and doing my best to stay fully focused, all I wanted was to go to the supermarket, pick Eden up from the bus station and go home.
When everything was inside the car and I started driving, the older teacher came out of the building. I smiled and opened the car window.
“Have I given you a hug?” I asked.
“No, you haven’t”, she said, sounding disappointed.
I turned off the engine, unbuckled my seatbelt, got out of the car and gave her a hug.
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