Two things in the past 20 years or so made me cry.
The first one was year ago when I was out mowing my lawn. My step-daughter started screaming at me to come quick! My neighbors little toddler had fallen out of a second story window and fell onto the concrete driveway below. (he apparently was leaning against the screen window and it broke loose and he fell). After getting to him and keeping him immobilized while the daughter called 911, they arrived and got him to the hospital. His parents, the dad was a cop, came out, and went with the ambulance to the hospital. While the parents were gone, I hosed off all the blood. About three or four hours after that, I was in the house and broke down and cried like a baby. The boy had multiple facial fractures and a broken arm, but, today he is married and in the Air Force.
The second time I cried was when my St. Bernard caught Addisons disease. I had him for about 10 years and he was the best dog that I ever owned. I took him to the vet and they kept him overnight to check him out. The next day I went to see what was wrong with him and the vet told me that he needed to be put down because there was nothing that could be done and the sensible thing for the dog was to put him down. When I went to see him, his name was Jasper, in his cage, he saw me and tried to come to me but was to weak to walk to me. So, I pet him for awhile and left him.
I went home and cried for hours.
It's funny...I don't cry even when one of my brothers passes, or my mother or father when they died, but these two events...? I don't know why.
