I walked up the hill to the library to check out a few books,
and on my way back down, I met up with a familiar face
We stopped and
exchanged greetings and salutations
and just as I turned to depart, she surprised me by saying...
"I never returned your call because I was embarrassed"
I turned back around and the puzzled look on my face led her to continue...
"Don't you remember? The last time we spoke, I cried"
And I did remember...
I remembered that she had teared up as she spoke of Breast Cancer
and I marveled to hear that she had been embarrassed by that,
and had been avoiding me for over 6 months
she had viewed her tears as weakness,
while I had viewed them as strength
For the rest of the afternoon I could not stop thinking about her words and wondered...
Why do we breathe a sigh of relief when newborn babies cry,
but spend the rest of their lives trying to get them to stop crying?
After all, don't we celebrate a newborn's cry because we know that it means they are alive?
And so, in following that same logic, as long as we are alive,
shouldn't we celebrate that our hearts still
And that tears are a gift
a way to share the...
that this life brings?
I think so...
and although I may feel differently about it tomorrow,
today I am embracing the tears that fall
because it means that
I am human
I am alive
I can still feel
and even though I don't always like to cry
understand that in this moment
are a gift