Grew up in a beautiful family who honored The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran. When I was sick my dad would sit next to me and read from that...when I hurt he would place his hands on the injury and be still. As a child I knew I loved this beauty he seemed connected to...and the love touched me deeply. It may have happened only a few times but the "touch" clearly has lasted my lifetime....and continues to remind me of what it is that touches me deeply...how I want loving acts to be my expression and to continue to flower as that divine Truth.