He never bothered to inquire about my pre-accident background. The second chiropractor, on the other hand, befriended me. We have many common interests, including a love of art. When his hands touch my body, I feel the warmth of his personality. There is little healing in the physical touch of the hand or in the embrace of the arms.
Healing comes from the heart.
The little children in my Sunday school class understand this principle. Besides their parents and grandparents, I am the only person in the church whose hugs they accept. Some of them do not even allow the minister to lay his hand on their head for a blessing. Before they accept an intimate touch, they need to be assured that they are loved. They do not even join in the hypocrisy of shaking hands simply to be polite.