Pass the tissues
Dick Cavett hit it right on. Yes, man that cry may be considered â€śpantywaistsâ€?, but if that is the case, then every man at one point or another is a â€śpantywaistâ€ś. I asked a few of my male friends if there was anything that has made them shed a tear. Most of them said no, but I find it hard that in eighteen years of life, nothing has made them cry.
I know exactly what Cavett is saying when he states that â€ś there are two kinds of tears. . . the kind produced by the death of your dog. . . or by the loss of a loved one.â€? and the tears that come from being moved beyond words by a piece of music, a painting, a verse from a bible, or a speech. In 9th grade, we had a family tragedy. My grandparents had lost a son, and my dad had lost a brother. I cried for weeks after, I still find it hard to hold the salty water droplets from falling today. But, I had also had the most opposite of tears fall from my eyes. Last year, in band, we played a piece called â€śNimrodâ€? from â€śEnigma Variationsâ€?. By the time we had finished playing I found along with myself, that some of my fellow players and my conductor were moved to tears. Even while reading this article I found myself choking bad a few tears when Cavett put in a few stanzas of â€śThe Battle Hymn of the Republicâ€?.
Cavett lost me a little bit when he started to talk about former president Bush. â€śWhat does this have to do with the article?â€? was the main question on my mind. But I could not suppress my roaring laughter that brought tears to my eyes when he asked â€śDo freshman philosophy classes nowadays debate updated versions of the age-old questions? Like, how could a merciful God allow AIDS, childhood cancers, tsunamis and Dick Cheney?â€?
If you think about all the times that you have cried, most of them are pretty memorable. The time your dog had to be put down, the time that you broke up with your boyfriend/girlfriend, or that time that you played a music piece so well, that you moved the crowd to tears, including yourself. All of these times, you always carry with you. January 20th was one of these times. It was a moment that was â€śjust plain for the countryâ€?
I really was amazed when I heard that even with a mob of more than a million, that not a single arrest was made, and that you could here a single pin drop though the whole inauguration. That is just not in the nature of the human race. This really was a historic, moving, emotional day to remember, and that only scratches the surface. It was a day that was worth crying over.
â€śHistoricâ€? and â€śhistoric momentâ€? and â€śhistoric dayâ€? were repeated mercilessly, but remained true. Only a zombie could fail to feel the truth of it.â€?