“Holding Hands” could be the name of the group in which I work in a social project here in Rio de Janeiro, because we are doing exactly that.
My father walked briskly, and I struggled to keep up with him. I was seven, and I did not understand why he couldn’t hold my hand like all dads did.
Jun 05, 2010 from Nigeria
The essence of life is not in living; it’s in our relationships. It’s in the hands that we hold.
Seven years ago, I walked into a governmental office with only the simple goal of looking for a job that would allow me to pay off the twenty-thousand dollars debt that I had managed to accumulate ove
Jun 04, 2010 from Nigeria
LANGUAGE AND CULTURE
Jun 04, 2010 from United States
When I first met Mirna Cunningham nearly thirty years ago, her grip as we shook hands and embraced told me more than I can ever hope to express in words. It was just the beginning.
Often, the assumption is that when someone needs help, the one who receives it only progresses and changes.
Holding hands is a sign of solidarity with each other, confirmation of good
relationships and love. Holding hands has also a sign of healing and bridging
I remember clearly a journal entry that I made in my early twenties when the power that is held in my hands became apparently clear.