While living and working on the island of Ovalau, in the Fiji group, I had the misfortune to sprain my ankle.
I hobbled into the Church the following morning and was asked by one of the elderly women, who with others had gathered for morning Mass what was wrong.
I explained my predicament and was told to see her after Mass.
We went over to the parish house, where she asked me to sit and remove my sandal.
She placed my foot on her lap and began to massage the ankle.
She returned in the evening and on three subsequent days (morning and evening) to massage the ankle.
The ankle healed! No strapping, no doctor’s visit, no pills.
Simply, and profoundly, there was only touch.