For years I was ashamed of my easy crying; anything that touched my heart always started the water works. You name it; our national anthem, commercials over the holidays where all families are together again, the service men and women being greeted at the airport, the sweet dog in the animal shelter longing for a home and people who love him gets his wish. And so on.
Us easy criers often feel that we are embarrassing, childish, too emotional, and so on. (I always keep a few handkerchiefs with me just in case something makes me cry; I have dozens of them!) As Robert Burns’ mother once said to her son, “ay, Robbie; your tearbag is too close to your eyes.”
But really, how is there shame in crying? Aren’t our tears a testimony of the kind of people we are? We easy criers can’t help it; our hearts are tender and we tend to unleash the water works often. I’ve given up being ashamed of my easy crying a long time ago. Yesterday the Crankee Yankee and I went to see the movie “Midway.” (BTW, just getting the Crankee Yankee to agree to go to any movie at any time is a big deal!)
As the movie theater began to fill with people, we noticed that most of them were older people like us. Many were veterans, and, for all I know, might have served in Pearl Harbor. It was an amazing movie; breathtaking, in fact. As we all left the theater, we talked with each other about how we felt about the movie. I told a man who was sitting near me that I had gone to Pearl Harbor earlier in the year; he said he had been there as well. We agreed that it was an experience we will never forget.
If you’re looking for a movie that really counts, do see “Midway.” It is life-changing.