MYA was over last night for dinner, and she banged her wrist on the side of the table and raised a small blister or welt. So I went and got her a band-aid - brought down a box in fact. And for some weird reason, I put a band-aid on my own wrist at the same time. It was a seemingly unconscious action.
Weird of me to do that. This morning while stretching, I realized the band aid was still on, and the realization came to me how meaningful that action was. Her wound is my wound. Same same.