“Should I?” she wondered jostled by a crushing crowd wrapped around a miracle worker. Twelve years of bleeding misery being deemed ritually unclean, an outcast shrouded in perpetual shame propelled her forward to just touch the hem of his garment. Taking hesitant steps her desperate need squeezed her through with outstretched hand risking society’s frown and constant disdain. Surprise surfaced in both the daring woman and the great physician for power flowed generously to the one instantly healed and made whole again. The question, “Who touched me?” hung in the puzzled stares of people a breath away. Heart touched heart in a tender look that washed away years of her aching isolation. A compassionate smile reached the once timid one now beaming in graced glory as the words floated around her “Daughter, your faith has healed you, Go in peace.” +++++++++++++ (based on Mark 5:25-34)