I am
never happier than when, like a child, I’m being held. The only real
difference between me and you is that having spent years at death’s
edge, I’ll gently admit it.
After all, we spend our lives desperately trying not
to admit it, don’t we? I did. We are not children, we cry. We are not
weak, dependent, needy. We certainly do not need to be held. We are
grown ups, we are adults, we are proud and independent and self
sufficient. That’s the idea of strength we’ve been taught.