I woke up wishing I had been able to cry yesterday. I was home alone all day so that was hard. I think it was best I waited until I had a good thing to provoke the tears. Sort of a good thing. Maybe if I share it it will help spomeone else start the right kind of healing tears.

It was that before I woke up all the way, the TV told me there was a special team of searchers forming up to go to NYC. The good people of Oklahoma City were asking to do it all, all over again. All the misery of looking for life and finding mostly death. Why? "To repay the people who helped US," they said. "And because we KNOW HOW TO DO IT like no one else in the US."

My first thought was, no, spare them that... and then the sheer loving and instinctive nature of the response they had made hit me... like a ton of debris. THAT is how human beings REALLY are. And that made the tears-- all the hurt and care and wonderfulness of people just being people... that made it safe to cry, with a big loopy grin on my face, all the tears I could not let out yesterday.

What does it for you?

~Susan