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I wish I wasn't so sensitive sometimes.

I was out today and saw a group of very young adults with a table, fundraising. Fundraising for a residential drug treatment center.
I'd stopped to listen to one of the young men . He had come over to me and had started sharing his story. He is a heroine addict. His father was, too. His father died of a heroine overdose and this young man tried to take his own life the day after his dad's funeral. This very handsome young man lived and has been clean for 14 months.

I could not help it... I started crying like a fool... in front of everyone. (There are so many young people losing their lives to heroine and other drugs, even alcohol.)
The young man did not know what to do when I'd started crying. I asked him if I could give him a hug. We'd hugged and I went along to the car.

I was the only person in the crowd crying. To be fair, the whole crowd wasn't hearing this young man's story. I'd felt like a crying fool.
Maybe my crying let this young man know his story impacts others?
I truly do not know. I had to cry, that's all I know. I wish it was more comfortable to cry in public in our culture 'cause my heart is wide open and I'm a crying AND a laughing fool.


WC