I don't cry often, but occasionally a story comes along that just shoots right past all my defenses and grabs me by the heart. I read this update during lunch today and had to close my office door afterwards for fear of being seen blubbering. I expect many people here have run across this story, as it's captured global attention over the last few days:
Boy, 2, Dies After Serving As Best Man In Parents’ Wedding « CBS Pittsburgh
What a special thing to do, and, at the same time, what an absolutely gut-wrenching thing to have happen. I guess I'm sharing this here because, being as this is a place where people come to let off steam, discuss personal problems, etc., I expect many of us could use a change of perspective. This is the kind of story that, in the end, makes you feel a bit better, not because somebody else clearly has it worse than you do, but because the way in which their problems were faced demonstrates and provides a comforting awareness of what's really important.
I'm also often told that parents respond very emotionally to stories like this, and that may well be why this hits me so hard. I have two young kids who depend on me and trust that I can solve any problem they can't solve for themselves. To have them bring me a very serious problem I couldn't fix or otherwise make go away would be an unbearable failure on my part. It's so easy to project either of their faces onto this little boy, and I just can't imagine what I'd do.
Well, there you go. Probably not much of a discussion topic, but it seemed worth sharing.