From the time you were a newborn how well you thrived depended in large part by how much you were lovingly touched.
I was born two months premature in Trinidad in 1965. I was only 4 pounds and had to be in an incubator for my first few weeks of life. The doctors told my mom not to get attached to me because I only had a ten percent chance of surviving. My mother didnt believe them.
And touched and loved me and willed me to live. And live I did. I grew into being a 63…