When I was a little girl, I loved giving my mother massages. She had asthma, and I still remember the way her breath deepened and her body softened under my hands — how a simple, caring touch could ease her pain and restore her spirit. That quiet joy stayed with me through the years, even as I pursued a career in high-tech marketing, raised two sons, and navigated the busy seasons of life. Eventually, I found my way back to the healing power of touch and to what truly brings me alive.