I started counseling over 15 years ago. At the time, I told my counselor I could count on one hand how many times I had cried, then I named them. He taught me that crying was an expression of deep emotion and was good for releasing pent up feelings. I was ridiculed as a child so taught myself not to respond with tears. Many sessions were spent attempting to break through the rigid childhood training. Tears did not come easily at first. Eventually, I hit several years of tears 4 and 5 times a week. I felt like a watering pot. As time went on, my emotions stabilized. I cry when I am sad and sometimes when I am happy. Today I cried for loss. Slow moving morning traffic frustrated me since I knew I was running late and now I was running later. Then I drove by the source of my aggravation. A mangled motorcycle lay crumpled on its side; a massive damp spot around it. I prayed that damp spot was gasoline because no rider could survive the loss of that much blood. I felt tears trickle down my cheeks. I didn’t know who the rider might be, but whoever it was their life changed dramatically this morning if he survived at all. I cried for loss of opportunities. Broken bodies take time to mend. Possibly the person loss their job or financial loss or loss of their life. I cried most of the way to work. I felt deep compassion for the unknown rider and I tried to watch out for motorcyclist for the rest of the day. Tears relieve deep felt emotions allowing acknowledgement of strong emotions.