The sense of touch is the odd one of the five senses. We “feel” our way around in the dark, usually bringing a little pain along the way. Certain sensations give us the “Willies”, and I would like to know who Willie was and why he felt that way. Then there is an injury called getting a “Charlie horse”. Of course I want to know what happened to the horse that Charlie would get a pain in his leg. Working at a camp, one of my campers came back from the horse stables limping. He showed me his foot and he had a distinct imprint of a horseshoe on it because he had gone behind the horse when it backed up into him stepping on his foot. Boy did that look painful. I think the horse’s name was Ben so don’t know what we call that one. Maybe a Ben-shoe tattoo.

We have tingling, goosebumps, and itching (though people say my skin is scratchy, which is wrong, it itches so you scratch it). Ever had something touch you and you jumped? It is not so much the touch as it is what our minds created it out to be. I was standing about to tee off a golf ball when I sent my glasses flying, my hat flying, my driver flying, and then I flew, all going in 4 different directions. My brother and the other players with me broke out laughing at the sight, then finally asked why. I explained a wasp had flown behind my glasses so I felt it on my cheek, though I actually did not see it. None of the guys saw it either so they were inclined not to believe me.

I feel that I have focused too much on painful sensations, but then if you ever watched America’s Funniest Videos, there is always a nomination for funniest video with a guy getting hit in a surprising way in a most unfortunate spot of his body. So here goes another one. I was playing left wing in soccer and took the ball almost to the goal line to cross it in front of the goal. The defender cut in front of my just as I hit the ball. It hit him right in the midsection and he crumpled over. I know I smiled, but sincerely felt for him. The ball had bounced off him just behind me, so I spun to get, then turned it towards to goal line again. I was past him, but he suddenly got up and lunged in front of my second cross, only to get his a second time in the exact same spot. This time it was too much. He was down for good and I could hardly see as my eyes watered with both agony and laughter. As I got the ball again my legs were so weak that I knew I could not kick it, and just dribbled towards the goal. When I finally looked up most other players were bent over with the same feelings I was experiencing, and the game was in slow motion for a few more seconds. I passed the ball to a player who just shot it over the goal, but no one cared. We only cared for the poor guy on the ground.

To close on a good note, there is nothing better than a hug to tell someone you are there for them, and want them to hold on as tightly as you are hugging them. I am always up for hugs, especially from my brothers and sisters, and you all know who you are. So enjoy your Friday, hug someone today so that you make it a Happy Friday for them too, and please subscribe on the Perspectives page. And by the way I love the picture that I found for this post. The girl’s head is smushed in the middle and she loves it.

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