I'd been living in London when my world turned upside down and I'd had to come home. By the time my plane landed back in Sydney, all I had left was a carry on bag full of clothes and a world of troubles. No one to welcome me back, no place to call home. I was a tourist in my hometown.
Standing there in the arrivals terminal, watching other passengers meeting their waiting friends and family, with open arms and smiling faces, hugging and laughing together, I wanted someone out there to be waiting for me. To be happy to see me. To smile at me. To hug me.

not as moving but still cool:
http://www.neatorama.com/2009/02/11/rob-wants-to-give-you-a-high-five/
(see attachment in previous post)

Love the hugs video. I should try that. People talk to me for no reason when I'm in public. Strangest thing. I don't understand it, but it's nice.Let me guess: you feel pretty good on the inside when that happens? (I mean even before they talk to you.)
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wow, mouser really IS lagged...
that hug campaign is OLD.....

Pro Infirmis conducts an experiment: there are only a few people who don`t have empathy with disabled people. Nevertheless, the passenger seat in the public bus next to Fabian often stays empty. Handicapped people are a regular part of our society.
So, get closer.
son of a bitch, damn ninjas cutting onions
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wow, mouser really IS lagged...
that hug campaign is OLD.....

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