I sat down to compare grace and tolerance today, but hay fever has given me a headache and a fuzzy brain so I think I’ll just answer the Daily Post’s question and call it a day. The question is a good one:
Do movies, songs, or other forms of artistic expression easily make you cry?
The answer is yes, yes, and yes.
Watching stunning Olympic ice skating routines has, on many occasions, brought me to tears and to the declaration, “God, you are an amazing athlete!”
Spectacular skies at sunset may not actually bring me to tears, but they do cause me to whisper, “Wow, God, you are quite the artist!” Bryce Canyon did, too. Ballads, operas and classical music have brought both tears and a whisper.
I still cry – and I mean really cry – every time I watch “To Sir With Love.” There have been so many good movie cries over the years – “Love Story” and “Brian’s Song” among them.
My most epic movie cry occurred during “The Joy Luck Club.” My sister and I went to see it together and there we sat huddled in the dark theater sobbing. Sobbing. They weren’t the usual movie theater tears that stream down your cheeks and are not revealed until you exit the theater with streaked mascara. We were audibly sobbing. Which is why we were huddled, trying to guard the other movie goers from sobs we could not control.
I know I am forgetting some real cry-worthy movies so help me out. Which ones brought your best or most intense cries?
When I was in high school, I babysat for the neighbor children every Wednesday night. Their parents were in a bowling league. Every Wednesday night we watched “Little House on the Prairie” before I put them to bed. And every Wednesday night I cried at the end. And when I did, the younger of the two girls always stood beside me and put her hand sweetly on my shoulder.
I have to be selective about which funerals I attend, because even if I didn’t know the deceased well, or at all, I start sobbing the minute I see the anguished faces of his or her loved ones. I feel their grief as if it were my own and I cannot stop myself from expressing it as if it were my own. It can be a bit embarrassing.
So can Hallmark commercial crying, especially when you’re pregnant.
I’ll gladly suffer the embarrassment, though, and thank God for my tender heart.