The other day i was undoubtedly moved to tears, because of something great that happened for me, i cant say just now what it was, but it sure brought me to tears.......when was the last time you were brought to tears, and why?....if you can say why.......
2006-10-26 04:21:03 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous in Social Science ➔ Psychology
I truly love your question - whatever that may say about me. Your question opens my heart wide quite unexpectedly.
Two somewhat recent events in my life moved me so much that I think it is well worth reporting it to you as briefly as possible.
I left New York City, where I had lived for 18 years, in 1992. The last visit was in 1995. I have been up in Canada where I was born. But New York is the only place I have chosen to live by my own free will.
Finally, this past summer I was able to return to the city twice for a visit. But I also visited, by stark contrast, Island Beach State Park next to Barnegat Bay, the next day.
My wife and I left the car in New Jersey where we were staying and took a bus into the Port Authority. A boy was playing affectionately with his father in anticipation of the visit to the city. My heart became loose and warm while still in the bus.
But nothing prepared me for the impact of the climb up the ramps into Port Authority. The sheer density of the residential spaces was overwhelming. Already my heart registered intense emotion.
But even this was no preparation for entering 8th Avenue and turning to look north toward 42nd Street. It was afternoon rush hour, so there was a tsunami of people leaving the city. It was the ocean of faces that got me. Each face told a story. Each face was coping with survival, and all the opposites sandwiched in between. In a matter of seconds my heart let go. I was simply filled with love from the bottom of my toes to the tips of my root hairs. I realized that emotion was bigger than thought. Despite the suffering I saw etched into so many late summer faces, what I was experiencing was happiness that could not be contained. The happiness was being back in the city that I love more than any other city. Truly, I wanted to fall down on my knees and just kiss the corner of 8th Avenue and 42nd Street. Who can expalin such emotion? I had no idea how I would react in advance.
We walked all through Times Square. It was a transformed place, a new spirit, too complicated to summarize. Tears of sheer joy and happiness streamed down my face reminding me of the day I finally saw a particular painting by Van Gogh in the Met over on 5th Avenue. I just went to pieces, having not been able to feel my emotions properly for many months. That was in 1984 on November 13. What was so beautiful was how polite and sensitive everybody was, including the guard. They never made me feel embarassed. I just stood in front of the living painting and cried like an infant - the joy of witnessing the brush strokes of Van Gogh's struggle to be honest with himself, and with his eyes, and with the environment around him. The happiness of being near the effort of a kindred soul.
It was the same in Times Square. People could see my emotion but they allowed me to have it.
The next day we drove to the Jersey Shore. I had not had a swim in that part of the Atlantic for so many years I've lost count. Up here in Canada the water is too cold to enjoy without a wet suit. But this day in Island Beach State Park, the weather was perfect. The crowd was happy. The waves were like breaking crystal. The water was clean. I tore off my outer clothing and ran to the water's edge. I was amazed by the texture and temperature of the water. The next thing I new I was swimming against the waves as if I was going backwards in age. Each stroke made me younger. I then realized I was crying my eyes out - as if the salty sea didn't have enough salt already to its credit! This was the first time I have ever swam in rigorous conditions while crying at the same time! I'm not sure that I have ever known such happiness, especially following the heels of that encounter with Times Square and perhaps the post-911 spirit of New York.
Moreover, I can feel that happiness lingering to this day and those were among the best tears I have ever known.
What I learned is that you don't really know yourself - your emotional depths - until tested. I didn't realize to what extent I adored the tri-state area - despite all problems and hardships.
Thank you for asking your beautiful question. It was a spark and a light in my day and I am delighted to be able to pass this along to you.
B. Lyons
2006-10-26 05:44:00 · answer #1 · answered by Anonymous · 1⤊ 0⤋
The last time I cried tears of joy was on Feburary 29, 2004. My husband and I were in Guiyang, China at the Miracle Hotel. We picked up our new daughter from her foster parents. I could not believe that the Chinese people were going to actually let me take one of their own, to make one of my own. When I held her for the first time, she was 13 months old. As the tears streamed down my face, she put her little hands on my cheeks and grinned SO big, her little eyes disappeared. Then I looked at my husband and he was crying too. Life is good.
2006-10-26 04:27:17 · answer #2 · answered by ihave5katz 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Well, after divorcing a man who was really emotionally abusive,
my daughter has finally met and fallin in love with a "wonderful" man, and they will be married in a year. While visiting her on my last Birthday, we decided to look at wedding dresses in the city where she lives. When my daughter came out in one of those dresses, my eyes "and" hers, were filled with tears, and neither of us could hardly see a thing! The dress was beautiful, but my daughter made it even "more" so. She didn't wear a "traditional" gown for her first wedding, so this was really special for both of us. So other than the "birth" of my daughter,( and "only" child,) this moment was it. And as I am writting this, my eyes have filled
up....again.
2006-10-26 04:49:31 · answer #3 · answered by Republican!!! 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Yesterday after I got out of the shower. I am 7+ months pregnant and even though I know I need to gain weight for my baby it is hard to see your body change so much in a short period of time. So I guess I was sad to see that I no longer have my waist or curves but happy to know my baby is growing.
2016-05-21 22:15:47 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋
I often do the "happy cry" thing during movies. If there is a really happy ending, or a resolution to a big problem...
Oh, and WEDDINGS!! Omigoodness, I cry at weddings...lol...
I imagine childbirth would be an emotional time...also, winning the lottery or a large amount of money....
2006-10-26 04:30:01 · answer #5 · answered by kelikristina 4 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Yesterday,I have made friends with this young wonderful person,Who was having personal problems and when they e-mailed me to Thank me for being apart of their life and my advice!It just brought happy tears to my eyes!And they went on to say that their lifes getting better because of us being friends,I got so overwelmed with happiness for her,It just made me cry!Hollywood
2006-10-26 05:30:27 · answer #6 · answered by hollywood 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I was moved to tears during the birth of all three of my children. Childbirth is a beautiful thing!
2006-10-26 04:22:39 · answer #7 · answered by gatesfam@swbell.net 4 · 2⤊ 0⤋
October 10, 2006, at 4:35 p.m. when my very first granddaughter made her appearance into this world. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen!
2006-10-26 04:24:21 · answer #8 · answered by Starla_C 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I think Tuesday. My boyfriend put something on here about me that was so sweet I cried. Also from the birth of my children...
2006-10-26 04:23:32 · answer #9 · answered by Clints_wench 4 · 2⤊ 0⤋
my wedding day 2 years ago. I was just so happy to see how proud my father was of me and I just felt truly loved by both my new husband and my family. It still makes me smile when I think of it :)
2006-10-26 04:24:52 · answer #10 · answered by Sara G 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋