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My husband starting off my day with forwards like this from Michele doesn't help matters much either:

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Martin Savidge of CNN, embedded with the 1st Marine battalion, was talking with 4 young Marines near his foxhole this morning live on CNN. He had been telling the story of how well the Marines had been looking out for and taking care of him since the war started. He went on to tell about the many hardships the Marines had endured since the war began and how they all look after one another. He turned to the four and said he had cleared it with their commanders and they could use his video phone to call home.

The 19 year old Marine next to him asked Martin if he would allow his platoon sergeant to use his call to call his pregnant wife back home whom he had not been able to talk to in three months. A stunned Savidge who was visibly moved by the request shook his head and the young Marine ran off to get the sergeant.

Savidge recovered after a few seconds and turned back to the three young Marines still sitting with him and asked which one of them would like to call home first, the Marine closest to him responded with out a moments hesitation "Sir, if is all the same to you we would like to call the parents of a buddy of ours, Lance Cpl Brian Buesing of Cedar Key, Florida who was killed on 3-23-03 near Nasiriya to see how they are doing".

At that Martin Savidge totally broke down and was unable to speak. All he could get out before signing off was "Where do they get young men like this?".

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¤ ¤ credit: robyn | 04.03.03 at 02:00 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

and you never quit sure what has set it off. I hate that, I'll be sitting here reading a news article, listening to music and weeping. I feel so silly when it happens. *squish* I just chalk it up to being an overgrown sap. :oD

¤ ¤ credit: munin | 04.03.03 at 02:13 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Robyn--
Don't hate it; it's good for you. A couple months ago, I was having the massive pain in my right shoulder, which is doubly not good because it was throwing my posture off, bad news for a singer. One night I was at the book store and found a recording of one of my favorite pieces (Vaughan Williams' Dona Nobis Pacem). I'd been looking for this recording for months and had given up hope of finding it. I bought it and put it on in the car. Halfway through the final movement I literally started sobbing. I almost had to pull over the car. After I had parked and pulled myself together, I got out of the car--my shoulder was fine. Sometimes your body just knows what it needs, even if your mind doesn't.

¤ ¤ credit: wealhtheow | 04.03.03 at 02:33 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Sometimes your body just knows what it needs, even if your mind doesn't.

Yeah, and those random woodies always show up at the damnedest of times. :)

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 03:22 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Now and then, but not so often that it makes me fret, something will zing my emotions when least I think I'm full of emotion, and the tears spill out. I grab the tissue and cry, what else can I do. It happens. It just happens. I claim it, I move along. There is no shame in it.

I recently read a journal entry (sure wish I could recall where) by a man who said he envied women in that they could cry without feeling shame.

Nope, unless you make an art of crying in order to manipulate, there is no shame in crying, no matter your gender.

¤ ¤ credit: tntaangela | 04.03.03 at 03:28 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

P.S. I seem to have the same long and dreary list of diagnosis as yours. I'm 90% bedridden, became ill in '95. This is my first visit to your blog. I look forward to coming back. It's inspiring to see that you can still kick up your heels a bit.

¤ ¤ credit: tntaangela | 04.03.03 at 03:42 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Well that ought to put things into perspective for a lot of us in big ol hurry. My thoughts and prayers are with you, tntangela.

¤ ¤ credit: Dave | 04.03.03 at 04:14 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

Just happened to me... NPR did an interview with the astronauts in the International Space Station... and something about the way the interviewer said 240 miles above the earth... and there they were... Insta-tears. I get it, La Princessa. (And for the record, I'm not depressed, either.)

¤ ¤ credit: Zuly | 04.03.03 at 06:00 PM | link--this ¤ ¤

I stumbled on your blog by accident and just wanted to say that I can also relate. I've had this sort of thing happen even more since 9/11, too, so maybe that's part of the hyper sensitivity.

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