Yes, I Cry

I don't know where I fall in this world of manly men.  I am sure that it is far from the top.  If real men are not meant to cry then I guess I am not a real man.  I cry all the time and I really don't see what is wrong with it.  When something touches my heart I get a little emotional.  Not much I can do about it.  Is that a sign of weakness?  I don't know these things. 

I'm sure to have mentioned previously my commute in Florida when I was working in Port Richey and living in Lakeland.  I use to listen to conference talks on the drive and there were several times when I would be in tears at 75 miles per hour.  I also spent a lot of time in prayer during those drives, pouring out my heart to Heavenly Father hoping for relief from the pain that I felt.  I'm sure there were plenty of other drivers who caught site of me and increased their speed just to be a safe distance from the crazy emotional guy. 

Today I was in a meeting with a gentlemen regarding an add in the phone book.  He was writing everything up and I had a moment and pulled up facebook on my phone.  I found that Jim had re-posted my post about Jack and Autism Awareness.  In doing so he said some nice things about us and I was moved to tears only to look up and have the phone book guy looking at me, ready to review the numbers.  I wasn't a total wreck, my eyes were just a little moist.  If he ends up making like some of the drivers on Florida's highways I may never see him again.  Do you know what this would mean?  If he takes off then I may have found the secret for getting rid of persistent sales people.

Okay, seriously now.  I am grateful for my family, meaning my parents and siblings.  They do so much for the kids and I.  I am humbled by the examples that my siblings are for me.  I am grateful for their strength.  It was a neat thing and a humbling thing to see Jim's post and to feel of his love for my family.  Thank you Jim. 

Anyways, I cry.  If that means I am disqualified from the running for manliest men then I guess I will just have to live with it.  Perhaps I will go on a road trip and cry it out.  I am good at that.