"Do you want a hug?" the young man asked Ginny.
He held a sign in his hand-Free Hugs. I looked around.
There were other people with him. They held their handmade signs high.
The message was the same on all of them-Free Hug!
"Sure!"Ginny smiled and walked up to him. She reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck,
pulled him down to her level and hugged him with all the love she had in her heart.
"Wow!" he exclaimed."That is the best hug I've had all day!"
"I'm a hugger." Ginny smiled at him.
He looked at me."How about has a hug?"
"You got it!" I walked into his open arms. We held briefly and parted.
A young lady walked up and hugged Ginny. She turned to me, opened her arms and hugged me, too.
I felt some warmth--a glow-filling my heart. Ginny and I were going through rough times.
Money was scarce; bill collectors called on a regular basis. We were stressed and worried,
but on that afternoon, for a brief moment, it was all forgotten.
"Sometimes, a hug is all we need. A free hug is to reach out and hug a stranger to brighten up
their lives," said the young man.
It took a simple hug to make everything better.