Ever notice how when you’re little, and your mom asks you to point to what hurts, you never hesitate? You show her the scrape, bruise, or scar; your booboo. There’s no hesitation to show her your knee or elbow. No hesitation on how you fell or what happened.
But what about when you grow up? Nobody asks you what hurts anymore. And if they did, we’d all be hesitant to be honest and begin pointing to our hearts. There would be no question that the story behind it, would rarely be told, because it is so deep down in our hearts.
Buried with our own fear of what people will think of or booboo’s.
Yet little do we realize, a hug, a smile, or even a random act of kindness could be the bandaid they’ve been waiting for.