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A few weeks ago, my friend Doug Houston and I were sitting on Smithfield Street waiting for a bus. The day was beautiful (as all would be if we chose to look for the beauty in them). Both of us had smiles in our hearts and on our faces. Being people who truly enjoy connecting with others, we struck up a conversation with the elderly lady sitting next to us.
Once the usual pleasantries and small talk were exchanged, the interaction rose to a higher level. We three realized that a large majority of the people passing us on the streets and sidewalks were visibly unhappy. Angry even. We became aware that their pain was making us hurt.
I'm a firm believer in the idea that the attitude one takes toward life is contagious, whether positive or negative. So, after the woman caught her bus, Doug and I sat thinking of a way we could proactively pass on the joy we had been blessed with. A way we could shine light on the darkness that permeates so many lives.
We were, and still are, in possession of rather limited means, and the problem is so widespread that we knew the solution had to be both inexpensive and effective on a large scale. Something quick and yet meaningful. Something unmistakably genuine.
Thus, our commitment to "Free Hugs" was born.
It is by no means an original idea. I have seen the slogan emblazoned on T-shirts. And I came to learn later that a guy in Australia started a "Free Hugs" campaign some years ago, and he's even been on "Oprah" to talk about it.
I had never seen free hugs being dispensed in Pittsburgh, beyond a T-shirt exhortation. Those were just words -- and we are about action. I've long held the desire to give the world a huge metaphorical hug. Why not do it in a real, concrete way? Everyone enjoys a nice hug right?
Well, there were some concerns. Would people take it the wrong way, and perceive us as perverts simply trying to cop a feel? Have we become so disconnected that no one would accept? Do the people even want to be loved, especially by strangers? Are we crazy?
That last one is still open for debate, but I tell you with much pleasure that all our other worries were unfounded. Thankfully, our desire to enact positive change overcame our fears, and the results were grander than either of us had imagined possible.
We decided to make our first attempt on Sunday, the last day of the Three Rivers Arts Festival. It was a spontaneous decision, inspired by the access to large groups of people the event afforded us, as well as the atmosphere created by the gentle reggae music of The Wailers.
We got cardboard from one of the lemonade vendors, and borrowed a marker and a pencil from the Cultural Trust tent. We made some signs, and set up shop just under the portal bridge on the way to the Point.
As far as we're concerned, it was a massive success. We weren't keeping an official count, but the conservative estimate is 750 hugs given. Given to the young and the old. Women and men. To people of all colors, shapes and sizes.
Some were hesitant, and some came running. Others participated only with a bit of cajoling, either from their friends or from us. Far more than we had hoped took part. A few actually said, "Thank you, I really needed that." Several came back for seconds.
Some people declined the hug, and instead shared a handshake or a high-five. We also noticed that many of those who just walked by saw what we were doing and were compelled to smile and laugh. We did not anticipate those ripple effects, but they turned out to be a wonderful addition to the overall experience. Many connections were made, and much love was given.
To achieve such amazing results, all it took was some time and a little willingness on both sides of the equation. I have never felt better or more alive in my entire life, and neither has Doug. Four hours changed my whole existence. I thank everyone involved for that gift, especially my beautiful girlfriend, Kate, who was there with us the entire time. Her understanding and support knows no bounds. Hopefully the joy and appreciation we felt was felt by all of you, too.
The entire evening and all who were a part of it have given us the motivation to reach further, dream bigger and do more. I promise you there will be more to come.
So keep your eyes and your hearts open, and you'll see us again. In the meantime, spread the love, because it's free, and this city needs it. The world needs it. Thank you.
Adam Joseph Miller will hug you via e-mail at greatpowergreatresponsibility@gmail.com.
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