Guys, did that bring a tear to your eye?

In My Humble Opinion
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I agree. It just doesn’t fit ya.(Not anymore anyways I think your fiancee is making you a nicer person) :wink:

And it weird for me say as Christian “yea, I agree with Satan on that point” see what I mean weird.

And now that you brought it up. I gotta know why did you pick that name in the first place? I have always wondered that.

You know he is not a very nice character you know laying souls to waste and all the other stuff the rolling stones said he did in his tribute song. So you might get a bad rap that you don’t even deserve just because of the name your using.

Besides you wouldn’t want Drainy getting on these boards and saying she is married to satan would you? People would think you were a jerk to her or something. :smiley:

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Well, I haven’t bawled in a long time, not since the day a couple of years back when I held a knife to my wrist and seriously considered killing myself.

I have, however, cried a bit here and there for various reasons (mostly movie-related).

The endings of Braveheart, Dead Poet’s Society, Schindler’s List, and The Lion King usually make me a little misty-eyed, if not more. In fact, most Disney movies get to me at least a little.

Other than movies, the only times I’ve really cried are when I realize how lonely my life is.

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[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by Punoqllads *
**The end of Titanic. Kill me now.

No, not Leo’s death scene. When the elderly Rose drops the (SPOILER).
for me, the most tear-inducing part of Titanic is the montage to the gorgeous rendition of Nearer my God To Thee, particularly the elderly couple lying in bed together as the water rushes over them

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Since I started my clinical rotations a couple of months ago, I’ve been losing it every now and then over incredibly minor things.

That’s how I deal with the incredible emotional barrage that comes with this gig. I was on General Medicine at the VA last month, and two of my patients died on my watch. I probably sent a dozen more out knowing full well that they were in their last weeks or even days, and that there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

So I would spend my days watching the strongest of men fall apart, sometimes humbled by their dependence on family members for the first time, other times shocked at how little their family cares. Some who have had a good ride and don’t want to let go, and others who just want it all to be over. I just held it down and kept working. Then I would get home, burn the pizza or run out of toothpaste, and lose it. I would have a good hourlong bawl-fest, and then I would be OK.

Fortunately, I live by myself, so this is not something I have to explain to others. The only one over here with any regularity is my GF, who never asks me to explain.

I’ve been on surgery this month, which is not quite the emotional rollercoaster that VA Med is. Oddly enough, I don’t like this rotation for that very reason.

Dr. J

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I just finished watching a special on PBS entitled “On Our Own Terms”, about the terminally ill and assisted suicide, and it made me realize or at the very least enhanced my realization that I may one day have to help my parents make that decision, and it is something I cannot possibly imagine doing, but I know that if that time comes I must and I will, for every moral fiber in my body, help them if they should choose to die.

While I certainly never have had to make that decision and both of my parents are alive and well today, I have come very, very close to thinking that my mother was going to die. She had a brain hemmhorage over Christmas in 1995, and she lost a lot of use of her left side. That was an extremely difficult time for me, obviously, and afterwards I was very depressed for a long time. She has been able to recover a lot of use of her left side and can now drive and walk with a cane, but she has fallen many times and probably endured a few more strokes since then. One time, she got a very bad headache, possibly the onset of another stroke. She hadn’t felt well for a few days prior, and by that afternoon she was in a lot of pain. I wasn’t with her, but Dad finally came to me and told me he had decided to call an ambulance, and I rushed to see her in the bedroom. She was crying and moaning and screaming in pain, and I was crying then, telling her everything would be all right… and then she told me that she loved me, and that no matter what happened she would always be with me… and that realization that I had, that she thought she was dying, that was possibly the most pain I have ever been in in my life. I broke down then, holding her and telling her I loved her and sobbing, and she just kept telling me that she’d always love me… I was so scared, and thinking of it now is just as painful, and the thought of losing her and actually facing that is too much to bear.

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The ending of Apollo 13 got me.

Before that, it was an uncle’s funeral. He was a volunteer fireman since the Sixties, if not earlier and had been chief off and on, all just as a matter of duty to his fellow man.

I wasn’t even phased during the service, until the VFD operator toned out over the radio for him to respond to a call at the end of the service. Jeez, it’s getting to me now, something about his being called and not being there to help…

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The last game of the World Series last year. Paul O’Niell’s father had died that very morning, and the game ended, and the Yankees all piled on, and he just collapsed, and with everything else that had happened with the team that year, that pretty much did me in. Good thing I was home alone that night, 'cause it would have been embarrassing otherwise.

The end of Braveheart, and the end of Gladiator, both had me kind of teetering for a second there, but I managed to hold it together, for the most part.

The big one was a couple of years ago in college. I was visiting my friend’s room, and she put on Sarah McLachlan’s Surfacing album. The song “Full of Grace,” which I listened to frequently during the darkest parts of my depression (it was on the Rarities and B-sides compilation before the album) is on that disc, so I asked her to put it on. Hey, it’s one of my favorite songs, thought I, it’d be nice to listen to it. As soon as Sarah’s voice came in with “Winter here’s cold,” I felt the pressure behind my eyes. Uh-oh, I thought. And that was it. I just started bawling like a little girl. For some reason, two years’ worth of pushing it down and holding it in came to a climax right then. My friend, bless her heart, came and sat next to me, pulled my head down onto her shoulder, and held me while I shook and sobbed. I’ll always love her for that.

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You win. :smiley:

As for me, NEVER for sporting events, which is a bit bizarre if you think about how passionate I am about sports! I’m not sure why this is–maybe because I know it’s all “just a game” (albeit a game that I take incredibly seriously).

Movies for me (though not Braveheart): Mr. Smith goes to Washington. Gone With the Wind. Bang The Drum Slowly (which IS sports related). The Great Santini.

I can be moved to cry when actors and actress have scene’s where they cry: Bobby’s death in Dallas. The scene in Twin Peaks where the principal’s voice breaks announcing Laura Palmer’s death. The scene in one of the Bad News Bears movies where the boy is watching the Ronald Reagan movie about Knute Rockne and George Gipp.

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To clarify: Bobby Ewing’s death (yeah, yeah, before they brought him back) on the TV show Dallas. This probably because Larry Hagman, of all people sells the scene wonderfully, making his voice break while saying “Don’t do this to me, Bobby. Don’t leave me.” And the camera pans to a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Very moving for an often cheesy TV show (one I admit I absolutely loved).

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The first time I heard Eric Clapton sing “Tears In Heaven”.

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My wife was in ICU at our local hospital. My 18 month old son looked at me, crawled over and started gently pawing at my face…as if to tell me not to cry. I did. He hugged me, and I cried harder.

My children’s innocents get me misty sometimes…Or when I see they’ve taken a verbal beating from the other kids in school.

I don’t like it when they feel bad.

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When Rabin was assasinated; and again, three days later, when his granddaughter spoke at the funeral.

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Shit! I forgot the single most emotional moment of my life: the birth of my daughter.

The whole thing was pretty amazing. She had gone 2 weeks overdue, and went to the doctor for a checkup. During the pelvic exam, the doctor apparently jumpstarted the labor. My wife was driving, home, had several contractions while on the freeway, and drove straight to my work. I come back to my desk and get a message on my voicemail: “I’m at the goddamn security desk, in labor. Come up here now!!” So we went home, I was pretty choked up, she’s telling me to get a hold on myself dammit, and finally she couldn’t take anymore, and took off for the hospital.

When we got there, she’s only 1 cm dilated (the birth can’t start till 10 cm), so we wait. And wait. And wait. All the while, she’s having contractions, gripping my hand so hard that she actually cracked my knuckles. That was really tough to see her in so much pain, and I lost it a couple times.

Then the actual labor begins, with the pushing and screaming (more crying on my part), and finally, my daughter’s head pops out. Bluer than a Smurf. No one told me that was normal, so I bawled cause I thought something was wrong. They suctioned her lungs out, my wife pushed once more, and out pops this ::sniff:: beautiful little wrinkled baby, with a lopsided head, and all the accompanying goo. ::sniff:: Right at that moment, I was filled with so much pride and joy, for my wife, and for this tiny girl, I sobbed uncontrollably for an hour (even while I gave her her first bath), with a big grin on my face all the while. I still get a little choked up just typing this.

And, yesterday, I got home from work, and Maia (she’s 7 months now) actually stood up with no support! Then fell right on her butt. Guess what? I lost it again.

But I’d take these tears over plain old smiles any day.

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Are you serious? That reminds me of that scene in Dumb and Dumber, prolly my favorite scene as a matter of fact, where they are sitting on the bed, weeping and wiping their eyes and noses with money. They are watching a long distance commercial. You know, the kind where you have to have this company’s long distance service if you want to have a good relationship with your loved ones.
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I can watch thousands of people slaughtered and it doesn’t phase me. But you hurt one little animal…

I cried at Lassie, Charlette’s Web, and any other movie where an animal gets hurt.

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I’m a woman, so I won’t say what makes me sniffy, but that is a really touching commercial.

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I don’t get thet commercial. She’s thanking him for allowing her to use their money to buy crucial supplies for her job? Nice guy.

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the end of Cool Runnings and the whole movie October Skies. Great movies, just kind of emotional.

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  1. Final scene in “Saving Pvt. Ryan”.
  2. Scene in “The Best Years of Our Lives”, when fiance shows armless wounded war vet she still loves him by helping him remove his hooks. (If you have not seen this movie, you have my sympathy.)(Weeping now as I remember the scene.)
  3. Confederate Air Force re-enactment of Pearl Harbor attack
  4. Philip Glass’s Violin Concerto 2nd Movement.
  5. Texas Parks and Wildlife recreation of Pacific Island warfare (w/ live ammo) at Nimitz Museum of World War II in Fredericksberg Texas.
  6. Braveheart’s death scene.
  7. First wife’s schizophrenia (many times).
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rastahomie:
The end of Les Miserables also always makes me tear up.
I can’t watch the Challenger without feeling heavy at heart either.

This last March, when my grandfather died. I came home form work and there was the message waiting for me on the voice mail. I broke down completely, I couldn’t even see because the tears. I also had trouble with crying during his funeral. PopPop was probably the man I respected and cared about more than anyone else, his is the first visage I think of when I consider the word ‘gentleman’. At times, I still feel heavy of heart when I think about him. I am happy that I spoke to him only two days earlier at length as I often did on Sundays.