I've had a gift for this since I was a kid. Ask my grandma. Long before I had a word like modality, I was giving back rubs and foot rubs at family gatherings, paying close attention to how she cared for people without ever making it look like effort. Looking back, that was my first education.
Massage therapy was never a fallback for me. I was on my way toward physical therapy after a soccer injury put me through my own rounds of PT, and I wanted massage as a tool that would let me understand the body more completely before I ever tried to fix anything in it. Then I lost someone I loved deeply, and grief reordered what I thought I knew about time and plans. In the middle of that, I went back and finished the anatomy class I needed for PT school, and found the path bending toward massage instead. I trusted it.
It's brought me here, to a practice built on something I've come to know for certain: the body holds what we haven't said out loud yet.