What makes you cry?

I usually have the news on in the mornings while I am getting ready for work. Sometimes it is just background noise and sometimes I only pay attention-sorta. And everyonce in a while something catches my attention and I pay full attention. Sometimes I am surprised, or angered or outraged or incredulous. There are even times that I want to throw something at the t.v. But the times I "hate" the most are when I already have my make-up on and something makes me cry.

The thing is, I never know what it is that is going to touch me that way. Yesterday? It was a story about girls softball. Now, if you know me, you know that I am not athletic at all (except if you count dance) so why would I even care about girl's softball?

Here's the story (read it in full here) Sara, from Western Oregon University, hit her first ever home run. However, she collapsed from a knee injury when she got to first base. It is against the rules for her team to help her make it around the bases. Basically, she was stuck there. If she made it to home plate, hers would be the third point brought in with the hit and her team would win. If she had a pinch hitter take her place, the hit would not be counted as a home run and only two of the points would count and the game would continue. Then, the amazing thing. Central Washington, the opposition, first base player, Mallory Holtman, and shortstop, Liz Wallace, picked up Sara and carried her around the bases, thus ensuring that Sara's team would win and theirs would lose! Now, if that isn't selflessness and sportsmanship, I don't know what is. And I cried when I heard it. Not just an Aww, isn't that nice, or a slight moisture in my eyes. No, full on tears running down my cheeks and causing me to have to redo the make-up.

Then, today there was a story about a company of Marines coming home and greeting their friends and family after alost a year being in Iraq. I was happy for them and not really paying attention- until they mentioned the name of the company. It was the company that my oldest son should have been assigned to. Would have been assigned to except he got sick in boot camp and was held back a couple of weeks. I cried realizing that he could be coming home instead of going out. And, I had to redo my makeup.

So, what are the unexpected things that make you cry?