So, I'm not much of a crier.
And I, for some reason, often find myself surrounded by non-criers. My college roommates, for example, weren't criers.
Famously, in college ward Relief Society one Sunday, they showed a video made by LDS Family Services. The video depicted young girls making a difficult but valiant decision to give up a child to loving and supportive adoptive parents. The girls in the video cried, the adoptive parents cried, and there was soundtrack; all orchestrated to be emotionally moving.
And I was. Emotionally moved. But, also, dry eyed. Completely.
Not so with a large percentage of the 65th Ward Relief Society. Someone stared passing around a box of tissues. I declined one, and passed it to the roommate behind me, and, as I turned, I saw Annie, Candice, Shiloh, and Cherie, all similarly tear-free, looking politely bemused as they continued to pass the tissues without taking one.
My heartlessness notwithstanding, tonight I found myself standing in my kitchen over a bowl of half-made cookie dough, crying. Not just crying, hands over face, glad no one else was around sobbing. It was this episode of This American Life that did it. It's the first story (Midlife Cowboy), just after James Spring brings the tacos back to the jail.
This story hit a lot of chinks in my emotional armor: fathers, hunger, tacos (not really tacos, but it felt nicer to have three things there).
Give it a listen, the whole episode is great, and that first story is a powerhouse.
*The episode is called Save the Day, and it was first aired on 03/12/10.
**I certainly didn't intend to impugn LDS Family Services in the least, as it is an important organization. For more information go here.
***I had a few sets of roommates, all great. This story refers to one particular set.