Tears

Though I am a Cancer, known for being emotive and maternal, I've never thought of myself as a softie. Most of my life books and movies never made me cry (except... hold your breath... Armageddon and Fried Green Tomatoes, lol). But there's something about human generosity that does me in.

Around the end of high school the idea of soldiers completely undid me. Men training to be strong and smart, to protect their family and friends. This "laying down of one's life" sparks water works in me like very little else.

And it's only gotten worse.

Just finishing Eat. Pray. Love. wherein a travelling American woman makes friends with a struggling Balinese woman. For her birthday she asks all her friends to raise money so this woman, who has a daughter and adopted 2 orphans, can buy a house. At the end of the book, she thanks all the people who gave selflessly to assist someone they've never met. I broke down.

These are the stories of the greatness of humanity. Being able to extend your heart to envelop the suffering of others is an amazing thing... so amazing, it has the potential to bring me to tears, which, as I've said, isn't an easy feat.

As Pastor Greg Hill once said, "I am most myself when I am loving others."

Amen.