I grew up with brothers and along the way took in the notion that it's 'sissy' to cry. I held on to that nonsense until I was way past grown.

One day at a restaurant several of us were in a restaurant when the friend of one of them sat down with us and told us what was going on in her life.

She and her family were a rescue home and they wre caring for three children, the oldest one 5 or 6, who had been present when their fathre killed their mother.

I sat there and wept.

Thank you, Joe, for being there.