Being English, I have my own experience with hugging. True to my race, I spent most of the first thirty or so years of my life avoiding, what I deemed unnecessary, physical contact. For an Englishman, the most important goal in life is to get through it with the minimum amount of embarrassment. This is very closely followed by the second goal which is to be touched the minimum number of times. Hundreds of years … Continue reading When We Open Our Arms, We Open Our Hearts