Expecting Adam, Martha Beck, page 136

John brought his other arm around and folded me to his chest.  He was still wearing his bulky down parka.  It was like a pillow against my cheek.  I could feel his heart beating beneath the coat.  For a moment, I let the anxiety in my chest relax, let myself forget everything I had to do that day, let myself feel utterly safe.  And then I understood that John was answering my question, even though he didn’t know he was.  This is it, I thought.  This is the part of us that makes our brief, improbably little lives worth living: the ability to reach through our own isolation and find strength, and comfort, and warmth for and in each other.  This is what human beings do.  This what we live for, the way horses live to run.

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